I’d like to speak to the manager!!!

It has been fun reflecting this month on stories that are mine for no other reason than I’m gay.  

Truthfully.

Tonight, I had dinner with my friend Michelle, who was commenting on my ability to remember things.  Some memories are clear as day.  I can remember what a person was wearing, what they were eating.  Other’s are gone in a haze of forgetfulness.  

My friend reminded me of the first time I visited her in Chicago.  

We got in late, and I slept on the couch.  

Sometime around 7:00 a.m., something woke me up.  I rolled over and looked across the room, and there stood the most beautiful man ever, fixing their hair in the hallway mirror.  I thought to myself, I must be dreaming.  

I went back to sleep. 

Hours later, when we were having coffee in the dining room, I mentioned the beautiful man I saw.  Michelle, said, “Yeah, that’s my roommate, Meg.  She’s awesome, you’ll like her.”  

Meg was not the first friend of Michelle’s that I’d had a crush on, nor was she the last.