Finally Realizing I was No Longer Bi Curious
The Wednesday evening winter rush hour drive was smooth with the exception of my butterflies and nervous knots in my stomach. I continued to ask myself if I was ready to go through with the meeting and interview process. As I pulled into the subdivision and parked in the dedicated parking spot, I reminded myself that this was an excellent way to break the ice. My actual butterflies started the week prior in an e-mail exchange and several phone calls with the moderator of a local group on a...
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