Love Just Another Four Letter Word

I was not prepared for what happened a few days later when Gregg asked me something that knocked me for a loop. My reply was, “Will I do WHAT?”
He repeated himself, “Doug, will you marry me?”
“Are you crazy? I’m not gay.”
“I know. But, will you marry me?”
I told him to go to hell and walked out. When I realized I had walked out of my own apartment, I went back in and told him to get the hell out.