I’m Into Men
Allentown, PADec 2015
We are sitting at the kitchen table. Jane is on one end and
her daughter, Amanda, sits at the other end, working on her computer. I am between them. Their dog is bothering me. He wants to check me out. But he is wet and muddy and I don’t want to
touch him.
“Jasper, over here.
Leave Bridget alone”, Jane commands.
The dog complies but he is still eyeing me up so I assume it will be
just a matter of minutes before that cold, muddy nose pokes at my arm again.
“This dog is a pain in my ass”, Jane tells me. “I only keep him because I have a mad crush
on his vet. Dr. Carson is hot. What do you think Amanda? Do you think Dr.
Carson is hot?”
“No”, she replies. Het tone is exaggerated with annoyance
for being interrupted to answer such a mundane question.
“Really, why not,” Jane wants to know.
“Because I’m into men.
I’m not in to women,” she snaps back.
“You don’t think she is attractive. I think she’s beautiful.
“No, I just told you, I’m into men.”
Jane is now silent. She wanders off in her thoughts for a
few seconds, bewildered at the differences in their views of the world.
