Date Me, Bryson Keller

by Kevin van Whye

Yes, this relationship is fake, but for a few days it can feel real. For these five days I am allowed to act cute with my boyfriend.

Bryson Keller and I hold hands the rest of the way home. And I take my first step into quicksand.

Tell me about the hand-holding?” “Bryson sticks to his rules. Nothing physical, not even holding hands, between him and his dare dates.” I think back to yesterday—to him holding my hand. What does that mean?

“I guess I’m starting to see the appeal of having something real,” Bryson says. “Especially with the right person.”

It’s unfair how heterosexuals get to love, laugh, and live so freely, while we second-guess everything. Our actions are always cautious.

“You know, I haven’t scored a hat trick since sophomore year,” Bryson says. “I think you may be my lucky charm.” “I should come to more of your games, then.” “I’d love that,” Bryson admits.

“To answer your question,” Bryson says. “Yes, I think I might be.”

I miss you, is that weird? I take a deep breath and decide to be honest. No, because I miss you too.

“I just broke all my rules.” He sighs. “Sorry.” My voice is breathless and not even a little apologetic. My heart hammers in my chest. I’m barely keeping myself standing upright. “Don’t. Don’t apologize,” Bryson says. “Not for that kiss, never for that kiss.” “Really?” I feel my face reddening. “This was my first kiss…like, ever.” “Well, this feels like my first real kiss, too,” Bryson says.

On this Friday night, we are just two boys kissing because we want to, because we like each other. And there is nothing at all wrong with that. Because love is love is love.

It was real then. And it’s real now. I’m using my wish now. I wish you were here. I miss you.

I choose to be happy. Because I can be. Because I deserve to be. Gay means happy, too, you know.