Chapter 27

Just so I wouldn’t fall in love with him, preventing heartbreak.

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June 27, 20—

A conversation Corky and I shared today:

He said, “Did you ever fall in love?”

“I did.”

“What was his name?”

I went into the super long spiel about Will Gramm and how much I loved him.

“He’s a good looking man,” Corky said.

“That was the problem. Everyone fell in love with his face, body, and cock. And Will didn’t know how to turn men down, ramming anyone he could fuck.”

“Do you miss him?”

“A little. I’m not sure. He was compatible, just not faithful. Plus, he was complicated.”

He asked, “Do you think you’ll fall in love again?”

“Haven’t thought about it. Don’t really want to. I just want to have fun.”

“And be a sleaze puppy?”

Why did he ask that? Did Corky know that I was fucking around with another guy and him, both at the same time? Was he aware of my every-other-day affair with Gary? Did he know more about my life than I gave him credit?