The night that a really cute boy flirted with me in a restaurant while I was on a date with a woman I was sure to never see again if I could help it. Gay sex Two words have never been more powerful. And I was expecting a LOT. Not that she was awful or anything. Not that she was awful or anything. I watched him open it up eagerly, and when he saw his note missing, he began to look for it a bit more. It wasn’t a story that I could tell my grandkids one day…but it’s certainly one that I’ll always cherish as something special.Then…after a few minutes of inner struggle, I thought…”NO! Besides, maybe she’s got something in her personality that I haven’t seen yet, right? I mean, I don’t think that she meant it as an intentionally harmful comment or anything, but it suddenly took me right back to Junior high and high school, where being different was a death wish, and being called a fag was the worst punishment that a cruel kid searching for applause could ever create for you.
