“But that drug dealer guy—took advantage of you.The director did too.”
“Do you feel that way about Hugh Grant inFour Weddings and a Funeral?”
I laughed, because that was a stupid concept.Hugh Grant was rich and famous.Why would anyone feel bad for him?
“Grant had to pretend to have sex on camera,” he said.“And he had to take off his shirt.”
“That’s different.”
“Because he was pretending to have sex with a woman?”
“That’s part of it.”
“It’s not a secret that I’m bi.”
“Yeah, but.”
“You liked watching that scene.”
Oh god.He’d noticed.I remembered he was nineteen in that movie, and he’d had a boyfriend for years by then.He was even more experienced now.He looked innocent, but he wasn’t.
“That’s not the point,” I said.
“Does it bother you because other people can enjoy watching that scene too?”
“Yeah, actually.”
“Why?Were all the girls you dated virgins before they met you?”
“Only one was, but I didn’t sleep with her.”
“So they’d all been with other people.Other people had seen them naked before you.Other people had sex with them before you.”
“If I had to watch it on TV, it would bother me.Would it bother you if you saw someone you were with having sex with someone else?”
“Not if they were acting,” he said.
“But I’ve seen your O face, man.So has half the city.”Maybe it was the model glue talking, but this conversation was getting way too sexual.
“You onlythinkyou’ve seen it,” he said.
“Yeah, I think.But I have, right?”
“Are you trying to insult my acting?”
“Shit, no.Okay, you were acting in that sex scene.You didn’t really do it, but when you kissed that guy on the bridge, you actually kissed him, didn’t you?”
“Yeah.”
“How many people have you kissed for money, total?”
“I don’t know.I don’t keep track.”
The more I learned about him, the more I realized how little I knew.
“See, that’s the problem.That’s what’s bothering me.”
“That’s what’s bothering you?Not that you’re attracted to a man?”
