“Then don’t,” I say harshly. “I’m not the one who approached you. I didn’t try to chat you up on the beach. I never asked you to come over and interrupt my private time. I knew what you were, and I never did anything about it. You know why? Because you’re not my type, either. So, do us both a favor, Alex, and stay away from me.”

Turning on my heel, I storm off.

Rejection. My whole life, I have been rejected. But I’ve lived through it, haven’t I? I’m a survivor. I have ...