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Tonight would be our last time to see each other for a while, I told him when he answered. He and the woman he was now dating had already made plans, he said.
Could we, in light of that, have dinner together, just the two of us? For a moment, it seemed that he wanted to apologize, but instead he wished me a safe flight, promised we’d speak soon, and hung up.
I had fallen in love with my friend, and I was in that moment confronted with the realization that I wasn’t willing to share his love with anyone else.
Many gay men, I’ve since learned, have similar stories to tell about the hazards and hurts of falling in love with straight men who don’t—who can’t—reciprocate their attraction.
I told myself, with gumptious optimism, that the celibate life was .
Running errands one day, I listened in my car to a recording of a roundtable discussion on sex and marriage led by Tim and Kathy Keller, the prominent Christian couple from New York City, and I remember nodding in agreement when they said that for people who commit to it, practiced chastity actually makes it possible to go for long stretches with a noticeably tamed sex drive.
Before I knew what was happening, or before I was willing to admit that I knew what was happening, it was too late to save the friendship.
I tried to forget the painful, gradually dawning awareness that he did not want those things.
I pulled out the phone and called him, ready to put my best, least envious, least aggrieved foot forward.
It’s not trendy to admit this, but I didn’t experience a sexless adulthood to be a fate worse than death, in part, perhaps, because I tried not to rev up my libido by seeing how close I could get to the line of intercourse without stepping over it.
I didn’t look at porn; didn’t install any hookup apps on the smartphone I eventually, well into my thirties, acquired; didn’t try to make out with the other celibate gay Christians I ended up befriending after my book was published.