In order to tell this story properly, I have to go back a bit to explain myself. The last week in February, Pace and I had finally decided to “go out.” As in a real, honest-to-goodness date. We weren’t sure how else to handle our situation—I had an uncomfortable, driving urge to see him and he seemed fixated on staking some sort of claim with me. We agreed we would make a real and true attempt at least twice a week to “date.” Hopefully we’d see if we had anything in common or actually liked each other outside of sexual festivities. The term awkward didn’t begin to cover how this felt at first. After a couple bungling trips to the movies that ended up X-rated on our end, we agreed to approach it as a game and that loosened things up a bit. Unfortunately, Pace and I playing things fast and loose led to some unwanted attention for us both. I took him to a particularly cool bijou theater that was showing Casablanca.
