Chapter 7

Man, how I envied straight guys who didn’t obsess about their bodies. He wasn’t fat. The little pooch he had was adorable. Though I worked out on all sorts of machines at the gym, my muscles were simply for show. I could barely run a mile. In fact, Major had always kicked my ass at anything athletic. He won all the blue ribbons at junior high field day and was always picked first in high school PE. I’d been left behind to look up the leg holes of his shorts many times as we both climbed the rock wall at the campus gym. Major was even named MVP in softball at his father-in-law-to-be’s community picnic the summer of 2012. Our teammates had been quite disappointed to learn I appeared far sportier than I actually was.

To me, “Do these baseball pants make my ass look hot?” was more important than whether or not I could catch a round, leather orb flying toward me at ninety miles per hour.

“He had a rainbow bumper sticker.”

“Ah.”