Chapter 17

“You are such a geek,” Patsy said. “At least you didn’t go back to Kirk.”

“Stop. I need you.”

“Sorry.”

I resumed. “Anyway, I couldn’t stop thinking about it. I’ve never kissed a girl although I’d long wanted to and now I knew that there was one girl I needed to kiss. And I knew enough about her to know, or at least think, that she was straight. Unlike you, I don’t have any gaydar, working or otherwise.”

“And when you hit on her she backed away like you had the plague?” Patsy asked. “Been there, done that.”

“No,” I said, my arms flailing about as we jogged up Cat Hill—a sculpture of a crouching cougar menaces those who pass. “It never got that far. I told her I was gay because I wanted to see her reaction to that before I did anything else. And that’s when she looked at me like I had the plague. She gave me a disgusted I-thought-you-were-normal look and without thinking I threw her out.