
Just because I scoured the Internet for images of shirtless guys doesn't
not make me gay. Or does it?
The answering machine was blinking. And blinking. And blinking. Twenty-something new messages in the course of a single evening. Sure, I'm pretty popular, but nothing like this had happened since I had that run in with an overly aggressive telemarketer. And then, with the push of the play button, the story unfolded. There was Eric. ...