It wasn’t something I was ashamed of. I had had some dates, but I had never met anyone I trusted enough to take that step.
Interestingly, my father seemed more concerned about my behavior in the presence of a particular man.
My grandfather.
Grandpa George practically helped me raise myself.
When I was little, I followed him everywhere. Even as an adult, he hugged him, leaned on his shoulder while we watched television and sometimes joking, sitting on his lap for a photo, as I had since I was a child.
