QUOTE : For a moment no one spoke. They just gave me the hard eyes. “Is this the part where I pee in my pants?” I asked. Coach Bobby started with the finger again. “Do you know the Landmark Bar in Livingston?” “Sure,” I said. “Tonight at ten. Back parking lot.” “That’s past my curfew,” I said. “And I’m not that kind of date. Dinner first. Maybe bring flowers.” “If you don’t show”—he moved in closer with the finger—“I will find some other way to get satisfaction. You get me?” I didn’t but before I could ask for clarification he stomped off. His buddies followed suit. They looked back at me. I gave them all a five-finger toodle-loo wave. When one of them let his stare linger past the comfort zone, I blew him a kiss. He turned away as if he’d been slapped. Blowing a kiss—my favorite rile-up-the-homophobe move. I