Thursday, January 26, 2006

Too cool for Evan

Evan told his social worker that he would only live with people who were cool with him being gay. Sometimes I think he wants to call her and say, "I didn't mean this cool."

He went on a date last week. When he got home I asked, "How was the date?" He was very uncomfortable. What exactly did I want to know? I said I was just asking how the date went. "I held his hand okay! We watched the movie and I held his hand. Is that what you wanted?" I laughed and told him I wasn't trying to get the dirty details about what he "did." I was just asking how his date went.

He looked at me like I was a creature from another planet. Then he started talking. He told me that the other boy wasn't out to his parents. He really liked him, but he wasn't allowed to call him. The boy did not even tell his parents he went to the movies. (Of course seeing as how they went to see Brokeback Mountain I do understand that telling the truth would be awkward). After a minute Evan stopped dead in his tracks and looked at me funny. It was like I could see the thought bubble over his head "I am talking to a 42-year-old heterosexual woman about my date with a boy." What he said was, "This is just too creepy. I'm going to my room."

I keep chuckling about it.

Next: Car crashes

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