A Case For Step-Dads!
Friday, June 12th, 2009The smell of stale gym socks infused my nostrils with testoterone and bravado. I had just finished swimming at the rec center and was changing into my dry clothes when a young muscular man struck up a conversation with me.
“Hey how’s it goin’?” he asked.
“Good, you?” I answered. All the fears of high school locker rooms flooded irrationally back. Does this guy want to kick my ass? Why is he talking to me?
“Great!” he answered. “So do you have kids in here?”














