Chapter 5

Instead, I did what was expected. I dated men. Whenever I came home, it was always, “have you found someone?” I met Tim when we were both juniors. If there was ever a man I wanted to be with, although I’m afraid not physically, it was Tim Conroy. He grew up not far from me.

But Tim was handsome and sweet. He had a wicked sense of humor and was a decent basketball player, though he didn’t make Penn’s team. A lot of classmates drooled over him, but he liked me. We shared an economics class, and soon we were boyfriend and girlfriend. It was wrong of me and I’ve always regretted deceiving him. I wish nothing more than to have not done to him what I did. But I loved him. Insofar as a lesbian can love a man, I loved him. He was good and sweet and kind.