The complex was amazing, tons of light and air space -- plants, all beautifully designed and Layed out. JD was full of it when he said he had "no taste" -- this was a wonderful building.

He'd invited me along to check out some locations for the company. Power Food had expanded twice its size in the last four years and was still in the original building -- it was time for a move.

JD had brought a bottle of wine with us, and the keys to the office building.

"I hate it when those pushy real estate agents won't give you time to see if you like a place, right away they start with the hard sell."

As he poured the wine into paper cups, I glanced at my watch.

"JD, it's two in the afternoon, isn't that a little early for wine?"

"Is it?" he asked.

"No -- I just thought I'd ask." We both laughed and toasted.

"Here's to a whole new look for Power Food," JD said. "Here's to new beginnings!"

We toasted again and I knew what he was thinking.

JD -- a man who was married and had two kids, was hitting on me. Again. I was clueless as to what to do or how to react. I had no idea where this would lead, and didn't really care about the consequences.

I leaned over and kissed him.

His mouth was still wet from the cold Chardonnay.

I felt the spark, the electric moment and knew this moment was a one time thing, a moment for now and never again. I went with it. When suddenly he pulled away, spilling his wine and retreating.

Was it several seconds or several hours as I realized he didn't appreciate my forward gesture, his face turning to a scowl.

"I'm not gay, Drew. I told you that."

I looked at him, confused, as he stepped further away from me. "I'm sorry," I said, "...I didn't mean...I just felt..."

He slowly shook his head, staring me down, and I felt such agony of what had just occurred. Suddenly I could see it in his face, saying the word with his eyes in silence, "Faggot!"

But then he stepped forward. "Drew, I'm comfortable around you. I like you as a man and as a friend. But I'm not gay. I'm straight."

I didn't know what to feel. All of those signals, all of those feelings. Either he was lying to himself or I really wanted to believe my fantasy-- the fantasy of every gay man-- that I could turn a straight man gay. I felt horrible for assuming and suddenly couldn't face him.

"I have to go, JD... I'm sorry but I have to go."

"Andrew! Please, it's okay."

I left. I didn't know where I was going, but I had to get out of there. I had to get away from JD.