Maybe it was the calamitous thunderstorm that put me to sleep and made me rush for my date with Leopoldo. Or perhaps it was my stunning afternoon tea gown with a triple rope of pearls. It could have been the gracious courtiers surrounding him when I breezed into the room and snuck up behind him with a hug, as they gracefully smiled and all-knowingly nodded. But, really, it had to been Scottie's "Auntie Mame" party thrown at his bar at Twist. "Auntie Mame" not only is the cinema's bible to gay people, but probably has assisted more boys in coming out than the Catholic church.

Anyway, when we parted this morning to our respective jobs, Leopoldo said that we were now official boyfriends. I don't know that any dispensation came down from anywhere but that movie.

So, I put the blame on Mame.