Wait! You're gay?!?

The Trip

"Home sweet home!" I cried with excitement as I stepped off the plane into my best friend, Faith's arms. "Its been waaaaaaaaay to long!!" She responded with. On the way to the car we talked about how I had been with my new job and her new dog (Charlie). "Soooo?" She asked expectantly. "What?" I asked playing dumb. "Meet any new guys in *takes on a southern belle ascent* Georgia?". I had moved from Texas to Georgia when I got a job offer in Atlanta to write for a newspaper called The Peach. " um no. Have you met me?" I asked referring to my plane hair sticking out in all directions. "Did the flight attendant try and get you to put your hair in its full upright position?" She asked sarcastically as she tried to tame the mess with a comb and only succeeding in loosing a tooth of the comb stuck in my hair somewhere. Giving up she put the comb in her purse and helped carry my bags to her  blue Honda sivic. The ride from Houston to the small town of Angleton only took about 2 hours, but we somehow managed to listen to 3 albums of The Living Tombstone, 2 Comedians talk about adult dippers and 1 chapter of Wicked on Audible.

  When we got to her house I grabbed my bag and went straight to my designated bedroom. Faith, being the intelligent woman she is didn't bother me until cup 2 of coffee the next morning. "Whatcha wanna do today?" She asked. "I'm gay" I replied with. I hadn't told anyone else yet and I felt that she should be the first.