OCR Text |
Show 179 PAPER MOON Eighteen months after Amy and I started dating I was complaining about the guy at the table behind us repeatedly scraping his fork on his plate when Amy told me she thought she was a lesbian. I stared at her for a while, as though waiting for more information. I thought she was just trying to stop my complaining. Then I said, "What?" "I think I'm gay." "No you aren't." "I'm sorry, but I am." "You're from South Jordan." "Yeah, well. Even still." "We've been dating for eighteen months." "I know. Sometimes I'm slow coming around to things." That was true, I admitted: it took her a Mormon mission to realize that church was boring, and apparently engaging in a heterosexual relationship for a comparable amount of time had a similar effect. Amy moved out of the apartment soon after that and we didn't see each other for a while. |