“She’s just a friend?” he asked with what amounted to a wink.
“Is she hot?”
At that moment, I realized that this gentleman thinks I’m a heterosexual. Which left me with a lot of… feelings. One of them was that I suddenly felt like the awkward teenager I was, gangly and not quite sure of myself. The other was, as my friend so aptly pointed out, I’m not doing so well as a straight person. This throws my whole experience at the gym, already fraught with discomfort and embarrassment, into another light.
I obviously didn’t correct him. I have what amounts to a genuine horror of uncomfortable conversations such as the one that would have unfolded, with him embarrassed and me apologetic for making him embarrassed.
I did have to toss out a sweater for being too small this week, though. Little victories, y’know?