How I Learned To Love Drag Part 10

"Uh huh." When you're outclassed, there isn't much to say.

"And, by the way, my ex-boyfriend? He's the golf pro here."

"That's way more information than I wanted to know." Was she still involved with him?

"Oh come on. You've been in relationships before."

"Yes, but I never had a boyfriend who was a golf pro."

"No, I could tell . . . C'mon, tell me about your ex-girlfriends."

"Okay, okay, if you insist. I had a girlfriend when I was in high school. She was really smart, she had a good sense of humor, and a kind heart."

"And what was her name?"

"Beverly," I said. "She was a red head. And I thought she was pretty hot stuff."

"So what happened to her?"

"Her family moved to the United States."

"Did you keep in touch?"

"Yes, for a while."

"And?"

"We wrote each other on birthdays and at Christmas, but eventually it petered out."

"Did you ever see her again?"

"Just once. She came back for a visit about a year after she moved. But, distance was a big barrier."

"I see."

"What about you? Anything serious?"

"Yes. I am still friends with the golf pro, Gary, but it just wasn't in the stars."

"Why not?"

"He didn't want to settle down. Gary has dreams of joining the pro tour."

"How about your career? How did you get into the wardrobe department at ECSTASY?"

May looked at me for a moment with her clear brown sparkling eyes.

"I didn't plan on this when I was in school. Things just sort of happened."

I raised my eyebrows in mild surprise.

"There was a fashion designer I knew when I was in high school," continued May. "Here in Vancouver, there's a big charity event in support of AIDS. He asked me if I'd come out for the show and model for him . . . I was quite flattered so I took him up on the offer."