It's kind of like... you're friends with George. You like George, a lot. You never really think about how he's a foot taller than you and proportionately heavier, because why do you care? That doesn't really matter for your friendship. He was in your history class and every now and then you still meet up for a beer, and it's always fun. One day, you're hanging out at his place, playing video games. You made this plan to come over and blast some zombies together and afterwards he's going to take you to the gun range to shoot some of his real guns (it's a hobby of his) and that's what you're doing. Again, it's fun. First he shows you his favorite handgun, in its case, then locks it up for safety. It's kind of cool, maybe you aren't really into them, but hey he seems to be one of the good gun owners who takes precautions and it is kind of neat. There's cold beer, snacks, good company, it's great. And then he starts talking to you about how he's always wanted to try something crazy.
"Like rob a bank?"
"Nah. Not that crazy." He stops and keeps playing in silence for awhile. The silence gets to you and you press on. And finally, finally he says, "I've always wanted to know what it's like to be with a man."
You laugh it off, but his face flushes and you can tell he's a little upset. You try to be more sensitive.
"Really?"
"Yeah. Yeah, haven't you?" No. Maybe? Man. Your friendship is not ready for this kind of question.
"Well sure, everyone has I guess," you say, not wanting to hurt his feelings.
"Well I was thinking," he says, standing up. And suddenly, you are very aware that he is between you and the door. You think back to where he is keeping his gun. Is it near him? Are you sure he stores it unloaded? Come to think of it, you are fairly sure it's not his only gun. Where does he keep the others?
"I've got some weed. We can ditch the gun range and just have some fun."
"Aw, man, I don't really think I'm up for that." He's still blocking the door. He frowns but shrugs and sits back down. You stand up, but he matches you.
"Need anything?" He moves towards you.
"I was just going to grab a beer," you mumble.
"I'll get it," he offers. The fridge is between him and the door, so you can't just slip out. He returns and you take it, awkwardly.
A few minutes later, you try to stand again and again he matches you.
"Another beer?"
"Look," you decide to be direct. "I just need to get going."
"Is it what I said before?" He looks hurt and angry. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to make you feel uncomfortable. Look, let's just pretend I didn't ever say anything, please. We had a good thing going and I said a stupid thing."
You relax. He gets it. You laugh and say sure, and get back to shooting zombies.
A few minutes later, he says, "But if you ever wanted to...I mean I could do all the work. You could just pretend I was a woman and I could maybe just su..." He looks at you, trying to judge your reactions.
You stand up, quickly, and go to leave, but he physically blocks you. "You don't need to go, I was just messing with you," he says, kind of desperate and kind of annoyed. "Look I set a whole day aside for us, it's not fair for you to just walk out."
"I'm really uncomfortable." You try to push past to go to the door but he matches your steps again and he is clearly agitated. You look around wildly and don't see the gun case; did he grab it when he went to get you a beer? You'd been watching the door more closely than him, trying to figure out if you could leave.