A straight guy gives gay hookup tips to a virgin.
What could go wrong? When I first met Whit, I couldn't get away from him fast enough.
He's a hockey player, and I hate everything to do with the sport that broke my heart.
But I can't help feeling sorry for the guy.
He's newly out and desperate to meet someone, but his eagerness seems to scare potential hook-ups away.
Agreeing to be his wingman should've been simple.
Watching him flirt with other guys made things complicated.
Whit challenges me in every aspect of my life, from my hatred of hockey to the new questions I'm asking myself.
Like why a straight man suddenly can't stop thinking about kissing another guy.
I think the answer lies somewhere on Whit's lips.
