My friend worried about me. She wanted me to be happy and leave heartbreak behind. I’d been in and out of so many relationships that I qualified as my own dating manual, entitled How to Meet the Wrong Man In Ten Easy Steps. But even with the good and bad that had come with those experiences—admittedly more bad than good—I’d never given up hope, even at the advanced age of thirty-five, which, for most men in the gay world, was definitely shelf material.
I knew it was hard for Amy to find good in the world, though she’d gotten better over time with the love of a good man and children in her life, and a job she enjoyed. She’d been through a rough childhood, ending up on the streets when she was seventeen. Luckily, Amy hadn’t been there long before she was able to get into a home for displace
