He smiled then, somewhat sheepishly. “Sorry. Don’t mean to get too personal. I guess because I get that question all the time about having a girlfriend.”
Wait, what?
“Are…are you saying you’re gay?” I asked, doubting my own question.
Dr. Logan nodded. “Yep. I’ve been faced with people asking me about girlfriends and wives most of my life. So, sorry, I did the same thing to you. Your life is your own.”
“I’m gay, too,” I blurted out, though I instantly wished I could take it back, because it wasn’t something I just told anyone. I wasn’t hiding it or anything, though. Not anymore.
“Then you probably get those questions all the time yourself.”
“No.”
He looked dumbfounded. “No? No one ever asks you about girlfriends or boyfriends?”
I shook my head. “No, neither. Pretty much everyone figures I’m a geek and don’t have anyone.”
Careful, Landers, you’re starting to feel sorry for yourself again.