Chapter 11

"Yea and from my perspective it's called freedom of space. I don't want them near me." "So you're basically saying you don't like having a male close to you." "Yes." "You're gay?" "No! I'm not. I like guys." Seth shakes his head and lift his hands to signal a waitress. "You just said you don't like guys." I sigh in frustration. "I didn't say that, I said I don't like them getting close to me." A waitress with her hair dyed in blue came to us. "Two Martini and a Negroni please." Taking Seth's, she then walked away. "First thing first. In order for you to get a man, you have to interact with a man. He doesn't just appear. Second, we're man. If we see something we like we go after it." "I'm not looking for a man." I said shake my head. "That's just what you're saying, you know that's not true." I turn my head to look as I see one of the stripper men going up on the stand. I turn and look in Seth's greenish, brownish eyes. "I don't need a man to be happy." And I don't. "I agree