What Is My Problem?

My problem is I don’t know if I like boys. It’s not that I haven’t been exposed to them. I’ve been out with most of the boys in my senior class once, but seldom twice. Now when a boy asks me to a movie, I decline.

We would go to a movie. He would usually put his arm around me, which is OK. Afterwards we would have a bite to eat, conversation, sporadic and dull: sports and cars and more sports. I would ask him his aspirations. The answer “I dun no.” Then he drove me home, planted his wet lips on mine. I’ve done that. I don’t know what girls see in it. I prefer attending parties. Someone, sometimes, will have something of interest to say.

Once I went out with my friend’s brother, a senior in college. His sister forced him to take me out, very pleasant to me, wonderful to talk to, well, listen to. I asked him questions all night. Drove me home, asked, “Any more questions?” Hoping he would he would kiss me, passionately. He didn’t. I was tempted to kiss him, passionately, didn’t want to panic him. So, that was that.

Now I know I don’t have a problem. Yes, I don’t like boys, but I do like men.