Cute, pale C. Brian Smith tells this month’s Vanity Fair about the bittersweet perks of his friendship with Barbara seven years ago, when he was 22. The duo had met at Yale and bonded over their “similar fondness for drinking alcohol and eating Kit-Kats.”

C. Brian remembers worrying about the odor rising from the joint inside his left pocket when he met Laura Bush. He says that sitting next to the President during a sex scene in a movie is worse than sitting next to your mother. W. nicknamed him “Good Boy” and the visits continued for months.

Then, 9/11 happened. C. Brian thought his frequent invitations to family night would stop. Instead, one month after the country was attacked, the president waved off security phone calls from advisors and sat down with C. Brian to watch the 100-minute Anthony Hopkins movie, Hearts of Atlantis. “By then,” he writes, “like Vegas on a Sunday afternoon, the novelty of the place [had] worn off.”

He left the White House for the last time.  A couple years later, the President was on TV and announcing his support for the Federal Marriage Ammendment, and Smith was pissed.

“I shut off the TV and sit in silence. I feel sorry for my friend Barbara, who has always surrounded herself with gay friends. I wonder if she is as ashamed of her father as I am.”

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C. Brian Smith on dining with Dubya (Vanity Fair)