Chapter 29

When I pressed my body to his and told him I’d always been attracted to him, he pulled away and told me he should probably go because I was drunk. I thought for sure he was joking as I went for him again, pulling him into my arms. I kissed him then, and he didn’t pull away. But when I reached for his crotch, he broke free from my hold and told me to stop.

“Don’t you want me?” I asked.

“No,” he said. “Not like this.”

I was crushed by his rejection at the time, but later realized he’d made the right decision in not hooking up with me. As drunk as I was, I doubted I would have been able to fully participate anyway. Mark left, and I spent the rest of the night passed out on the sofa. In spite of our failed evening together, we remained friends, and he was still my dentist. I apologized for my behavior that night, he accepted my apology, and we moved on.

“If you hadn’t been drunk off your ass that night, I would have stayed with you,” he said.