Sean brags about being a minute older than me. The bigger brother. The wiser one. Whatever. Who gives a flaming s**t? He also brags about being handsomer, which is impossible since we’re identical twins, not fraternal. We’re best buds. Closer than my relationship with Birk. And probably the main reason why I haven’t settled down with a man yet. I spend over half my life with Sean. We’re best bros. We play pool together, golf, swim, bike, and go to movies. I end up at straight bars with him, and he’s been to numerous gay bars with me. We watch football—both pro and college—whenever we can. We also love to watch and play hockey. I’m not saying we’re sports junkies, but we come close, paling around many hours out of the week.
I call him the professional fiancée because he’s been engaged five
