“Like what? I’m young, I wanna get laid, right?” I laughed a bawdy laugh, enjoying a kind of locker-room freedom I’d been listening to since I started Little League. God, straight guys had it so easy sometimes. Always in their element, never second-guessed, always feared and revered.
“Oh, so one minute you’re not quite ready to come out to your friends, but now you’re a total stud? There’s more to it than “gettin’ laid” you know.” He chided me, but I was feeling too good to be ashamed.
“Like what? I’m not exactly ready to get married.”
Mr. Bridge laughed and I went from feeling studly to immature. “There is something in between you know.” He floated an idea, “Like, I don’t know…maybe this new invention called dating?”
“And how exactly do I engineer that if my only starting point is thi
