Sophia.
“You don’t have to be concerned about that, Lena. I have no plans to date him,” I state. “I have no interest in guys.”
“What?” they exclaim. “You’re not interested in men?” They scream and cover their bodies.
What is the matter with them? Why are they covering themselves? What? Please don’t tell me they think I’m a lesbian.
“Are you a lesbian?” They both inquire at the same moment.
Holy s**t. So, this is what they are thinking.
“What the f**k are you talking about?” I ask. “I’m not a lesbian. Can you please stop covering yourself in front of me? You’re all mistaken about me. I never claim to dislike men. What I’m trying to imply is that I’m currently too busy to date. Don’t misunderstand me, please. I’m not a lesbian.”
“Oh,” they mutter, their faces relieved. “You frightened
