Free Is He Or Isn't He? by John Hall Page B

story?”
    â€œEverything except the kissing scene.”
    â€œThe kiss is nothing.”
    â€œI wouldn’t be too sure.”
    â€œTell him he doesn’t have script approval,” Paige teased. “What are you going to wear?”
    â€œYikes! I forgot all about that.” Anthony glanced at his watch. “And I don’t have time to do any shopping. I’m going to have to find something in my closet. Gotta go!”
    â€œI want a full report,” Paige called out before Anthony disconnected her.
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    Anthony had a huge walk-in closet.
    There was rack after rack of leather jackets, suits, sport jackets, dress pants, jeans, khakis and sweatpants.
    There were shelves of sweaters, T-shirts, cotton shirts, silk shirts, tank tops and vests in a variety of colors.
    There was pair after pair of shoes, sneakers, boots and sandals.
    With so much to choose from, you would think he could find one perfect outfit.
    Yet there was nothing to wear! Nothing!
    Anthony didn’t want Max thinking he’d dressed up for him Then again, he wanted to look good, of course.
    Anthony pulled out a pair of black leather jeans and a Dolce & Gabbana shirt with a wild polka dot pattern.
    Too gay.
    He threw the outfit to one side.
    A pair of olive khakis and a plum-colored Ralph Lauren polo shirt came out next.
    Too preppy.
    They fell on top of the leather pants and the D&G shirt.
    Everything he pulled out had a problem.
    Too loud.
    Too quiet.
    Too tight.
    Too baggy.
    Too dated.
    A pile of clothes was building on the floor. After pulling out each outfit, Anthony would hold it in front of himself before his full-length mirror. Then he’d discard it. As impossible as it was to believe, he was starting to run out of clothes. What was he going to do?!
    â€œWhat’s going on in here? I could hear you rustling through your hangers all the way in the living room.”
    Paolo stood in the doorway of Anthony’s closet, gazing at the scattered outfits.
    â€œWhat are you doing here?” Anthony asked. “I thought you lived at the dorms during the week.”
    â€œThere’s an Italian soccer match on this afternoon and our dorm TV doesn’t get the channel.”
    â€œYou and your sports! Is that all you live for?”
    â€œThat and making your life miserable.”
    â€œMax is coming over at four. He’s going to read my screenplay. I’m trying to decide what to wear.”
    â€œHmmm. I’d go casual.”
    â€œYou think?”
    Paolo shrugged. “That’s what I always do. At least on the first date.”
    â€œIt’s not a date.”
    â€œAre you sure?”
    â€œNo.”
    Paolo sighed. “Look, Ants, you didn’t want to take my advice the other day, but I’m serious.”
    â€œFine. What?” Anthony said impatiently.
    â€œTake things slow with Max.”
    â€œWhy, because you think he’s straight and I’m setting myself up for humiliation?”
    â€œNo, it’s just…even if he is gay, or whatever, you might want to get to know him as a person first. That’s all.”
    â€œAre you speaking from experience?”
    â€œIt wouldn’t hurt for you to learn from someone who’s actually been in more than one relationship.”
    â€œDon’t worry, Max isn’t going to go all Fatal Attraction on me the way some of your girlfriends have.”
    â€œHey! That was just Linda. And she had issues.”
    â€œWhatever. Now get lost. And stay lost when Max gets here!”
    Paolo balled up one of Anthony’s T-shirts and was getting ready to throw it at him, when he took a closer look at it. “Hey! This is mine!” Paolo took another look at the clothes scattered around the floor of Anthony’s closet and his eyes widened. “And so’s that striped shirt. I’ve been looking for it for months! I thought the dry cleaners had lost it. And those jeans!” Paolo’s face turned