“I should warn you I have this thing where I have no idea what to say to people when they divulge deeply personal information, so I’ll make a joke or say something stupid,” I say. “I’m aware.” “Not even a sleepover as a kid? Or sharing a tent on a hike?” I ask. “Not even that.” “Seems I got to be your first, then. I hope I was gentle. Ah, see? Stupid joke. Right on schedule.”
