Too Pretty

Barbie

Almost a week after the attack, Crissy invited herself over for dinner with a pepperoni pizza and sat me down.

“Why are you still avoiding Steven?” she asked as she opened the pizza box. She looked up and stared into my eyes.

“He thought I was a girl.”

“So? Now he knows. He says you haven’t been returning his calls or texts. I thought you guys were better friends than that.” She had me there. If it had just been a friend making a mistake, it wouldn’t have bothered me like this.

“Because he seemed like he was interested in me as more than friends. And I, well, I was kind of getting interested in him like that, too. Now when I look at him, I want to see where that would have lead.”

I thought about it and realized something. “You know what? I’ve never been attracted to anyone before.”

“What? No one? Ever?” She kept staring at me and if anything, her eyes kept getting bigger.

“No, no one. Look, I just thought that I hadn’t met someone that was my type yet. Turns out, your cousin might be mine.” I thought about the implications and hoped that she was open-minded. I hadn’t thought of myself as gay before, but after admitting out loud to my friend that I found her cousin attractive, I probably was. I shrugged, “Anyway, we both know that he’s straight.”

“Well damn.”