“Ethan, I just told you my history, the least you do is comment on it,” I say, surprised. What’s wrong with him? I finally open up and he doesn’t even appreciate it?

“I’m sorry. I’m really glad you’ve decided to share this with me, which is why I really think I should tell you what I’ve been trying to tell you all day,” Ethan says.

“It can’t possibly be more important than what I just told you, Ethan. I took a step and trusted you with my past,” I explain.

“I know, and thanks a lot, but I really want to tell you something. I feel really bad about it, and it’s going to kill me if I keep it from you any longer.”

“Please don’t tell me you have genital herpes now…” I half joke.

“No, it’s not that. Its just that after I tell you, I have a lot of explaining to do.”

“Then just tell me, goddamn it.”

“Its about the whole… HIV thing.”

“Oh, God, what is it now?”

“It’s not as bad as it seems, really. You’re gonna totally going to be relieved when I tell you.”

“Tell me what?”

“That… I lied.”