She'd been curious about the new guy at work for months. He could tell that she had some questions for him, but she didn't feel comfortable enough with him to ask yet.
A few months later, they knew each other quite well, and got along just fine.
She finally asked. "So what turned you, what made you gay? You've been with women, you have kids, what made you decide you were gay??"
He had been asked this so many times before. So he broke it down for her.
"Nothing turned me, it's always been there. There was no decision to be made." He explained.
"I just don't understand, it doesn't make any sense to me..."
"What's your favorite color?" He asked her.
"Purple."
"Why is that your favorite color?" He was getting to his point.
"It just is." She answered.
"That's the way it is, it just is." He went on. "In the moment of attraction, is there a choice to be made? No. When you saw your man for the first time, in that moment of attraction, did you have a choice in that?"
"No."
"See. Nothing turned me. It just is what it is. Attraction is not a choice, it's nature. Why is that so hard for people to understand??"
"I think I'm beginning to understand. Thanks, I've never thought about it that way before..."
He could see her wheels turning. He was satisfied with how he handled the short conversation.
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