“So, how are things on the dating scene?” he asked. “Have you met anyone yet?”
“No, but I haven’t exactly been trying either.”
“Why not? Don’t tell me you’re still pining for your old boyfriend.”
“I’m not.” That wasn’t actually true. I wasstill pining for Chris, but the feeling was fading daily. I didn’t fixate on him or depress myself thinking about our breakup as often as I used to. But I still held onto a flicker of hope that we’d get back together, although that flame was growing dimmer with each passing day.
“Can I ask you a personal question?” Alex said, bringing me back to the conversation.
“Sure, but I can’t guarantee I’ll answer it.”
He took a sip from his drink before looking at me. “What do you like to do with another man?”
“Socially?”
“Sexually.”
The bluntness of his response surprised me. Did he really expect me to tell him what I liked to do in bed? And why did he want to know in the first place? Was he preparing to make me an offer?