One of the few highlights of the U District for me was a clean and inexpensive Thai restaurant that offered tasty food and a cute Thai waitress. She was friendly, with a warm smile, and we dated a few times. But my old fear still lingered—the danger that in a close relationship, or in the glow after a few minutes of passion, I might let slip something that would give me away. I continued eating at the restaurant but told her I was too busy for a relationship.