I had a voicemail from James.
“Hey Celeste… its James. I miss you. I want to see you. Call me.”
I was getting tired of this homo/hetero limbo!
I had been avoiding him since Kenzie and I saw him at the beach. But I had to figure this out, if my gaydar and Kenzie’s gaydar had both been stumped, there was only one thing left to do.
I had to call in reinforcements… The Gays themselves.
I called Adam, explained everything and before I knew it he had arranged a cocktail party at his apartment for a few people, including Colin and Dean.
Adam has been my best friend since high school, Colin is his long time boyfriend and Dean is their friend who likes to call himself my “Big sister”.
“Bring James,” Adam said “If he’s a ‘Mo… we’ll let you know!”
The night of the cocktail party came quickly. I slipped on a pink off the shoulder dress and a pair of white espadrilles and went over to Adam’s apartment early to help them set up and have a pre-party drink to kill my nerves.
The doorbell rang and there was James in khaki’s and a blue polo shirt holding a bottle of wine and some flowers, he kissed me on the cheek and whispered “You look great”.
The night was a blast. We chatted and played games, James got along great with everyone who was there and stayed by my side the entire night. As we sat on the couch together James slipped his arm around me and began to casually play with my hair. It felt nice. Maybe he was straight… I could get used to this….
Suddenly, I could feel “Big Sister” Dean’s gaze from across the room, as he sat quietly sipping red wine.
Dean was never quiet.
I excused myself and when Dean saw me coming he jumped out of his chair and headed down the hall. I pushed him into the bathroom.
“Tell me NOW!” I hissed.
Dean sat on the ledge of the bathtub and crossed his legs “Girl, what are you talking about?”
“Dean! You know James is here for a gay appraisal!”
“Oh, is that what this is?” He began to laugh.
“Shhhh! Dean come on,” I whispered “What do you think about JAMES? Be honest!” I leaned against the sink waiting for an answer.
Dean stood up and walked over to me, he put a loving hand on my shoulder, looked me in the eyes and said
“James? hmph. She seems nice.”