Four years.  That’s how long I have waited for this moment.  No it’s not my eighteenth birthday or high school graduation.  It’s the day the love of my life comes home for good.  I have been in love with Ashley Davies since I was twelve, only I didn’t know it at the time.  It took me a couple of years to figure it out.   Okay, so sometimes I’m a little slow, but hey I’m blonde, that’s my excuse and I’m sticking to it.  Anyway, Ashley and I started dating at the beginning of last summer.  Ohhh…that summer.  Sorry I was picturing Ashley in a bikini, so hot!  With her tan flawless skin, toned abs that make me drip, oh the things I would do to her.  Sorry I zoned out again.  So not my fault that my girlfriend is a knock out.  Anyway that summer was the best time of my life.  But Ashley had to go back to school in the fall.  This past year was excruciating, but I think it would have been a lot worse if Ashley and I weren’t together.  The love of my life has been in college for the past four years.  Sure she’d come home on breaks but they were never long enough.  I’ve waited four years and now she’s coming home, to me.  Now the only thing we have to deal with is telling my parents.

Okay, you’re probably wondering what’s the deal with my parents, so I’ll explain.   First off, my name is Spencer Carlin.  I’m the daughter of Arthur and Paula Carlin.  Both of my parents are devout Christians.  So I thought they would freak out and totally disown me when I told them I was gay.  I even packed a bag in case they decided to send me to some gay detox program.  I figured my dad would be more understanding than my mom, so I decided to tell him first.  It was the fall after my seventeenth birthday…

"Hey Dad, can I talk to you about something?"  I ask nervously as I walk into the kitchen.  God, I think I’m going to throw up.

"Sure honey, what is it?"  He asks smiling as he sits down on a bar stool at the counter.  Best to just get this over with, no stalling.  Well, here goes nothing.