I never dreamed that I would find myself naked in a pool with sharks, but even at the tender age of twenty-two, I knew that life had a way of surprising you sometimes. It was kind of like finding out that your older brother, the one who had always been so dependable, is now gay and in love, and living with, not one, but two guys. Or the surprise you get when your father sends you, the not-so-dependable son, off to talk some sense into your older brother. Or the kind of surprise that comes when you realize that maybe your older brother is not the only one who is gay, and that at twenty-two, you’re exploring a whole new side of yourself that you never thought existed. Or perhaps the scariest surprise, the one that came before all the others was the one that came when you were twenty and your
