Thursday, October 2, 2014

Deal Breaker No. 1: Why I'll Never Again Date a Guy Who's in the Closet

I wouldn't have missed it for the world, but I'll certainly never do that again.

I'll never forget the year when "discreet" became a dirty word. It started when I fell in love with a boy who had to sneak out of his house to see me. I say "boy" not because we were teenagers breaking curfew. Shane* and I were grown men, consenting adults who had been seeing each other for several months. We had everything: chemistry, passion, heat. But only when we got behind closed doors. (Click here to read the rest of the story.)
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