Responses are as expected – sex, alcohol, arrests. When it’s my turn I follow suit, telling a drunken story they’ve heard before. But all the while I’m wondering who else, like me, is hiding the truth.
I don’t write fiction. I write about my life. And for a long time I’ve been omitting a rather significant detail.
What’s the craziest thing I’ve ever done? I fell for someone I’d never met.
I fell for one of you.