"Regina laughed and said, "Don't worry, Donald you are the first man Iever dated so I believe I am as nervous. I want you to know 3 shortyears ago I w...s a 6'2" truck driver hauling a Caterpiller and it tookme some time to adjust to my transformation. Do you know I wasquestioning whether I was gay because I am dating a man."Donald laughed and said, "Thank you for putting that in perspective."Regina replied, "I am feeling better that you are this nervous now,please get this car moving before I. I walked in my supervisor’s office and reported an oncoming virus and left.I got home and moped around the apartment – mad at myself for getting so annoyed, and mad that even a hormone driven 17 year old stud didn’t seem to be interested in a repeat performance. I slipped out of my business clothes and into an over-sized silk nightshirt, grabbed an open bottle of wine from the fridge, and plopped down on the couch to nurse my sulk with Merlot and a Diana Krall album. After a couple of glasses. That night at supper Jerry told her how well everything wasgoing. He told her he was adding another staff person. Shecongratulated him on how well the business was doing. That night when they were undressing to go to bed she saw he waswearing the blue panties with the white lace trim. He had wornpanties since the date after he had proposed to her. When he'dproposed, she'd said he had to control his erections, and shewanted to be sure he didn't pay special attention to other women.He'd thought. The gay question was just a ruse. A lead-in. A take-away.I don't know what it was that I'd ever done to deserve this -- the determined attentions of a beautiful woman. A dream come true. A horrible nightmare.Yeah, I knew what I'd done. I'd been an asshole. It didn't drive her away. It only made her more interested.I thought back to every time I'd been a nice guy. Everybody knows the cliche, "Nice guys finish last." Everybody thinks it's so fucking cute to say that. It's not cute. Nice guys are.