" "So what kind of night is tonight?" I asked." "So what kind of night is tonight?" I asked. "I decline to answer," he offered. "I decline to let you continue unless you answer," I offered. "Can I tell you later." "Yeah." "So how old are you?" Mike asked. "Nineteen. How old are you?" "Twenty-two. Do you have a fake or something?" "Yes." "Aren't you afraid you'll get caught using it?" "That's not something I worry about too much. Why were you looking at me?" "Because I find you atractive." "Really? What about me do you find attractive?" I was more than just a little curious as to what another man would find attractrive about me. "I don't know, just something about the way you look." "OH." "I don't know." "So you're gay?" I asked him, as if by now it wasn't more than just a little apparent. "Yeah. You?" "Yeah. I couldn't say that about a month ago, but I'm getting better at that. Do your parents know?" "Why should they? It's none of their business who I'm sleeping with. If I moved in with some guy then I guess I might mention it to them, but otherwise, I don't think it's anything dear old mom and pop need to wrestle with. Do your parents know?" "Hell no! That's the last thing I think I would care to drop on my parents at Thanksgiving or some other family-oriented holiday like that." "Say," he said, and I can't believe he said it, "Do you want to go some where else and talk?" Me being the idiot and completely naive, thinking, oh yeah sure, says, "Yeah, I guess, where do you want to go?" "Well we could go to my place." "You're place? Where do you live?" "Over near Ludlow Heights. Do you know the area?" "Yeah," I looked up to the sky. |