He was curious how I felt about kissing another woman. I told him, I don't imagine it would be much different than kissing a man, except perhaps the lack of stubble. It's not like I have a technique thought up in my mind, kwim?
He said that is what makes me different, how he always "knew" there was something different but was never sure if I was bi. Apparently for a "normal" heterosexual, the thought of kissing a person of the same gender is akin to letting a dog stick its tongue in your mouth--ick!!!
He expressed fears that I will become "bi-curious" and want to experiment with a woman. I explained that I would consider "experimentation" to still be cheating, and it wouldn't happen. I have enough love in my life; my heart is content, and my body can be placated.
Everybody who loved me yesterday, still loves me today. Never take love for granted, but never underestimate its strength.
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