“So, are you embarrassed of me or them?” I ask when the door closes behind us. My girlfriend freezes halfway across the room. She glances back at me, a mixture of shock and embarrassment on her face. “What? No, not you. Never you. My mom and dad are just . . . super dorky. I’m trying to spare you their weird parent humor. Especially Dad’s. That’s the one downside to having a bisexual dad. You get Dad Jokes and bi puns.”
