We arrived at the dance studio where her class was being held, and I followed my mom inside. She was telling me who all of her friends were, I'd look where she'd point her finger, listening to the name of each woman. After she named all of her friends, she pointed to a male in the front stretching.
“And that's Lance. He's the instructor.”
I caught myself staring at him. He was pretty lanky, but had toned muscles, which were very visible through the tight fitting blue tank top he sported. And even though he had on a baggy pair of shorts, he had a toned butt and thighs. His sun-kissed skin and messy brown hair were so perfect with each other. He was perf-
“I know you think he's cute.” My mom interrupted my thoughts, elbowing me.
My mom knows that I'm gay. When I finally came out last year, my mum jumped out and shouted “I knew it!”
I was still staring at Lance.
My mom elbowed me again.
“Just wait until the dancing.” She winked at me.
“Is he even gay?” I blurted out, not even thinking. My mom just laughed, putting a hand on my shoulder.
“Honey, no straight man can move their hips like that.” Just from that I knew that I was a goner.