Real Possibility, I had convinced myself, existed in the big cities on TV, metropolitan areas where Real Life unfolded, where I could be as gay as I needed to be. Wishing my car’s air-conditioning wasn’t faulty, I wiped the sweat off my forehead, before thinking, I can’t believe I am sitting in this beat-up Honda, a college graduate, and entertaining the prospect of marrying a Cambodian princess for money. Even so, it was such a heartfelt idea, to think an arrangement like that, the stuff of farce, could actually bridge worlds.
