I wasn’t interested in Harley-Davidson or in any of their bikes but still, I was there at the museum with Roger who was mooning over them. He was as enamored with them as I was with him.
His eyes lit up as he looked at each display. He knew everything there was to know about each bike and I listened, seemingly enthralled.
Later, as we sat at a diner having burgers and fries, he said, “Kit, you’re the only girl I know who is as interested in Harleys as I am.”
I sat there, feeling like a total fake.