I asked him if he thought that he might be gay. He didn’t have a definitive answer to that question. All he could tell me was that the night before was the first time he ever had the desire to kiss anyone like that. He asked how it made me feel when he did it. I told him I didn’t understand what I felt. I was always brought up that guys didn’t do things like that and that it was wrong. But I had to admit that even though it shook me up a little there was a tiny part of me that didn’t mind what he did. Now I was facing the thoughts in my head as to whether that made me gay. Apparently we were headed for unchartered territory and the big question was what we were going to do about it. Were we going to put it out of mind and pretend like it didn’t happen? Were we going to discuss it further or were we just going to let it ride and see where things went?