"When I told him that I just couldn't be his friend because I didn't want the guys to think I was a sissy, he was OK with that, too. He acted like I just I just turned down a dinner invitation. He said if I changed my mind, he would hold it against me."
"Would you like to understand?"
"I... " I paused to think, because it wasn't an easy question to answer. "I don't know. Maybe that's what I'm thinking about. He's really a nice guy. He wants to be my friend and all, but it's the other guys I'm worried about. I just don't understand how he cannot care what they think."
"He seems to be pretty wise on that issue. He knows it's beyond the grasp of intellectual thought. He knows that you have to experience it firsthand to understand. Some things are like that."
"I guess he's right. There is no way I can understand."
"Well that's not entirely true."
"What do you mean?"
"Didn't he say... unless you did it yourself?"
"You're not suggesting I put on girl clothes."
I'm not suggesting anything. I'm just pointing out that he said there was a way you could understand." she grinned.
"No Mom. I don't want to understand that badly." She was teasing, I could tell. At least I hoped she was teasing.
...The subject bothered me all night. I hardly slept. As a matter of fact I hardly slept all weekend.