First published in Word Slaw (2008)
I can’t believe it. It’s Saturday night, and I’m in my favorite restaurant, wearing my little, red dress and my date, Pat, positioned on one knee, proposes to me in front of a bazillion people.
Now Pat is a fun dinner companion and great in bed, but I’m not interested in a monogamous relationship. Not at twenty-two anyway. As I stare at Pat, a tornado of thoughts swirl through my head trying to get out. I stifle a laugh and motion to an empty chair.
“Pat, you know I like you a lot, but …” I take a deep breath and gaze into Pat’s eyes. “I don’t believe in same-sex marriage.”
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