It was my sophomore year in college when Chris started
talking to me out of the blue. He was older than most
students, working on a second bachelor's degree in historic
preservation. Chris was like no one I had ever met.
Anne, my girlfriend at the time, described him as an old
soul. She said I was a new soul and I think both she and
Chris were attracted to that about me.
One afternoon, with Anne's mother in town for a visit, we
ran into Chris. We'd never been to his apartment and he
invited us over to see it.
We walked into what seemed like a professionally decorated
home. Chris had done a lot with the space he had. After a
short visit, Chris offered to drive us all home. On the way
out to his car, Anne and her mother were further
complimenting him on his taste in decor. And that's when I said it.
"Don't mind her, she just thinks that men with taste
are gay."
I didn't see Chris' face at that moment. I didn't even
notice that everyone else got quiet. I just
looked out the window unaware of the unease my comments had
caused.
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