ABSTRACT
I could smell her perfume and that meant she was sitting too close to me. She was heterosexual. I was uncomfortable with the assumed intimacy. I fidgeted on her sofa while she adjusted her guitar. Then she sang me a love song-a love song about her and me, about us being together. I was astonished (and flattered). I had never thought of her in a sexual context. I don't sexualize my relationships with straight women. It just doesn't occur to me.
