David laughed at that, too, so I asked if he was with anyone at the moment.
"No, I'm single. I've dated a bit, mostly to get my aunt off my back."
What did that mean? That was nothing if not cryptic, and it didn't tell me if David was into men or not. Maybe after that kiss, he only dated women, but he didn't have any reaction to me saying I'm gay. I felt it wasn't the right time to ask, so I left it.
"How about you? Have you got anyone in New York?"
"No," I answered honestly. "I was in a relationship, but he got a job in San Francisco and moved away."
"You didn't want the long distance?"
"He asked me to go with him. My parents had just died, and I was vulnerable. I said yes, but then I backed out of doing it. Max didn't take my parents’ death very well either, and I felt we needed to support each other. I realized then that my ex-boyfriend was a douchebag who thought I'd support his lifestyle using my inheritance," I said more bitterly than I intended as I was genuinely over my relationship with Lance.
"Wow, he sounds like a piece of work."
"Fortunately, he's in the past," I said, making a move to get up. "What do you say we make our way back via Sesimbra and have dinner on the beach before going home?"
"You do realize that's going home in the wrong direction, right?" he said with a chuckle but not seeming to mind the plan.
"Yep!"
