Now I was pissed off. Why do adults always do that: “Gee, ain’t life hard. Now go earn your lumps like I did.”
“Yeah, but you have answers. You forget that you’ve already been through all this. Me, this is my first time. I could use a little guidance here.”
“About what exactly?”
“You kidding me?” There was no end to the questions. “How do I know if a guy likes me? What’s a first time supposed to be like? Can I get AIDS from kissing? Do I have to move to New York or some big city where gay can be happy?”
“Hold on. Hold on.” Mr. Bridge waved his hand for a time out. “Much of that is on the Internet, or in books. I don’t know if we really need to talk about all of this….”
I sat back, laughing at myself for getting so worked up. Mr. Bridge opened his hands as if to say sorry.
“Mr. Bridge
