I started praying. I prayed earnestly that God would help me get my thoughts off this tangent because there was no way my mind was going to focus on reading my Bible that morning with this artwork lying next to me.
I never shared my experience of attraction with anyone until I was 18. Until then, it was buried deep in my heart. One day, I finally came out to a friend. I was scared because I knew most people wouldn’t want to be friends with me after that. But he was different. Instead of judging me, he leaned close and told me he still loved me, and even now, more than ever.
Then, out of nowhere, our eyes met and then he winked at me. Wait, dude, what was that? Why would you wink at me? Do I look attractive to you? Are you trying to hit on me? What does that even mean? Would you take my number? Are you going to text me and ask that we hang out or something? Erm…maybe I’d like that. Oh no! That’s not going to happen ever. I’m not going to have a one-night or one-day or one-hour stand with you.