“Yes,” I told myself, “he was mistaken.” I decided to call him and discuss it with him.
I called him, but he was busy, and so quickly I told him that it got out-of-hand, and that it was not me or what I wanted.
He apologized and said he’d just felt a connection and assumed I was into guys. He offered, if I ever wanted, to make it up to me with a free ninety-minute massage.
I said to myself, “See everything is clear, all understood and good.”
I called the next week to take him up on his offer, which led me to my sexuality spinning out of control.
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