Tasting my Best Friends
I stood up, and she laughed, then asked me to sit.
“You’re cute but too soft and short. My type is tall and... I don’t know, boyish?”
“Wait, I think it’s called femme and studs? Something like that.”
“Yeah, I’m in the middle. Like both femmes and studs... oh, and also nerd dudes. I’m bi.”
“Wow.” Okay, talking about someone else was making me feel better already. “I still can’t believe this.”
“I know. But I feel relieved. You don’t know how draining it was, keeping this from you.” She sighed, and I nodded in understanding. “So tell me, Ray? Harvey called me nonstop the other night, but I didn’t pick up. Was too mad to.”