London with one of the prettiest women I have ever had the honour of making out with.Her hair was cherry red and bounced as she danced.
Her smile beamed in the UV light, and she gave off an effortless rockstar vibe. I felt like I’d won a prize just by spending time with her.But none of that is what made our kiss stay in my memory five years later.
I remember it because, afterwards, in the middle of a packed dance floor, she pulled away, looked at me with disappointment, and said: ‘Oh no.
You’re straight, aren’t you?’The question threw me and made me feel like a fraud – calling into question feelings that had been ruminating in my mind for years.