From the tone in Lee's voice, I knew it was going to be something big.
We'd just come back from a night out on the town when she said those words to me.
My first thought was that she'd once been a girlfriend of Fran's.
Maybe she wanted to tell me that she liked the show "Friends"? How about that she was actually a CIA agent investigating all the Russian dancers who had infiltrated our dance companies through out the cold war? She's thinks Bob Dylan is overrated? No, I've got it. She's one of those people who understands the tax code and leads the dangerous life of a certified public accountant.
I didn't know.
All I really knew was that it didn't look good for my side.
Suddenly, I wanted to hit myself on the head for sleeping with her.
After Jane, I swore I'd take my time. Go nice and slow with the next woman. Instead, I let my groin do the talking and now I was going to get the old heave-hough.
This was it. She was dumping me. It was either that or she was married.
Oh my God!
She's got a husband and two kids somewhere in Iowa and I'm part of the Bridges of Los Angeles County.
I quickly put my ego in check. "What is it?"
She looked at me lying in bed, waiting for her to undress and join me.
"Have you ever seen the movie "The Crying Game"?"
I laughed.
She didn't join in with me.
My face went slack. Stone faced.
Holy shit.
