my girlfriend always left me alone with her two lesbian friends. “They’re lesbians. You’re safe,” she’d say with a laugh. One night, she went to the kitchen for more drinks, leaving me on the couch with them. One was scrolling through her phone. The other kept looking at me. Then she moved closer until her thigh touched mine. “You know she’s wrong about me, right?” she whispered. “About what?” She smiled. “I’m not into girls.” Before I could respond, she rested her hand on my knee. Then she leaned closer and said, “I’ve wanted to tell you something for months, but your girlfriend can never find out.” That was when I heard footsteps coming from the kitchen.