I called her.

And I could tell, even though she never said it, that she was saying no. She even went so far as to say she’d be free in late April.

But I wanted September. And I told her so.

Sometimes it doesn’t matter what you say. You can be successful in business, drive a nice car, be good-looking, have all the confidence and power in the world.

Yet even then you just cannot win a woman’s heart.

But I wasn’t going to give up.

And neither will she.

“You’re gay, Jeremy,” she says.

“I’m bisexual,” I say.

“That’s even worse,” she says. She hangs up.

It’s July 31, 2016.  A couple of months to go.