First Door on the Left

Saturday Scruples

1. The couple in the next apartment is brawling. Later, you speak to the woman who has minor bruises. She asks you not to call the police. Do you call them?
No, because it wouldn’t do any good. The woman would just claim she fell down or something. It is up to her to get herself out of this situation.

2. A member of the school board is convicted of shoplifting. She is a competent official. As a parent, do you support demands for her resignation?
I believe I would. You really need honest people in positions like this, though I will admit that very few honest people are currently in positions like this.

3. You’re shaken up in an auto accident. Your lawyer can get a large settlement if you exaggerate your aches and pains. Do you?
No, but I would find a new lawyer. I would also report this lawyer to the bar association (for whatever good it would do). We are all paying for these frivolous lawsuits, and they happen every day. This is why our insurance premiums are now through the roof.

If being a virgin means you have never had sex with a member of the opposite sex, then I guess I am still a virgin.

I never officially “came out.” The subject just never came up.

I dated girls through high school, but nothing ever happened other than the obligatory good night kiss. There were never any heavy make out sessions.

I was even engaged to be married for a short while in college. She was the first runner-up to Miss Idaho. Sex never happened, though. Last I heard, she was married to a fellow who owns his own bowling alley.

My first sexual experience did not happen until after college and I had my first job. It was in San Francisco. It was with a man. My hormones were late bloomers, I guess.

I think my parents know/knew that I am gay. If your son lived with the same man for nearly 27 years, you’d figure it out, wouldn’t you? My mother stopped asking when I was going to get married after the s/o and I had lived together for about 10 years, though she will still sometimes joke about the grandkids she has running around somewhere that she does know about. (Talk about your immaculate conception!)

She calls and talks to him on the telephone sometimes when I am not around. I do not know what they talk about. I don’t ask.

I don’t hide my lifestyle, but neither do I flaunt it. If anybody asks, I tell them. Not many people ask any more.