" Why do you think, A.J.," they say in unison, " that you find these boys so attractive?" I didn't say that this fiery chemical explosion leaps from somewhere inside me. Parents don't want to hear these things. I shrugged and said nothing. " Maybe you should try sitting on the intensity," Mom suggests, " just until your feelings catch up with reality." " We could chain you to the water heater," Dad offers, " until these little moments pass." You see what I'm up against. "