Just after New Year’s, I told her I was gay. Now I was afraid to tell her that I had never kissed a girl. I mean, I knew I was gay because I’d always wanted to kiss a girl but had never had the chance or inclination. But I knew that I never wanted to kiss a boy.
So, I knew I was gay, and the never-been-kissed thing just popped out.
“That makes two of us,” she smiled. And that was the last moment when it would be true of either of us.
