I Met 'her' And My Uncle Has Agreed To Meet Her

The scene. In New York, little Italy, at the subway station. Two girls in their twenties, well dressed, in heels meet and they immediately kiss then stand waiting for the train holding hands. I am standing with my uncle and aunt who brought me to New York for my 16th birthday. My aunt looks at me and frowns, my uncle turns me around so I am not watching them.

Five years later, I am in New York. I'm there with an internship arranged by my uncle. We go to dinner in little Italy and he brings it up, remember those girls? Yes, I want to scream. I remember. Why can't you let me be one of those girls? Why do you keep me locked up and won't let me find out for myself. I want to scream, but all I say is I thought they were beautiful.

He says, girls sometimes like girls. Your know that, don't you? If you happen to like a girl, that's ok, just be careful. I literally drop my spoon in the soup. Now some rules, he says. Girls who like girls get into lots of trouble, emotionally. The sex is great, the rest is not. Very unstable. You have to pick right, if you pick wrong you will get hurt. Very hurt. Do you understand the rule?

If you don't then the best thing for you is to get married and we will arrange for that.