Chapter 5
“I can’t believe you don’t have a boyfriend.”
Ryan had come over Friday night and we were in bed together the next morning. We’d been seeing each other regularly for a little over a month. Usually he’d come over Friday night and stay until Sunday. I didn’t see him much during the week because he was finishing his spring classes and preparing to start summer courses soon after that.
“I had a boyfriend,” I told him, “but we broke up.”
“Why?”
“Because I finally realized he was never going to be the man I wanted him to be.”
“How, exactly, did he fail to live up to your expectations?”
“My ex was never totally comfortable being an out gay man. He’d been closeted for most of his life and I knew that when I met him, but I figured I could help him overcome his anxieties about it. I
