“You like Wilde?” “Sure. He was tortured, brilliant, funny, gay . . . basically my dream guy.” “Even the gay part?” he said with the ghost of a smile—which for all I knew was what passed for hysterical mirth with this guy. “Especially the gay part,” I said. “I’m weird that way.” “How’s that working out for you?” “I’m beginning to think it’s not a good long-term romantic strategy.”
