"What's wrong with me?" Alan asked back at Stuart incredulously. "What's wrong with you? I don't know whose wife and kids you met, but they weren't mine. I don't even want to get married. All I want is to find a guy that will love me just as much as ..."
"But you're not gay!" Stuart nearly yelled. "You've never been."
"Then obviously you're not very observant. Even Oliver knew that I was gay and we just met."
"Oliver? Who's that?"
"Oh, that's my new neighbor," Alan said, still believing that he still lived in the same house he normally shared with his wife and two daughters, but now believing that he lived alone. "He's a great guy. In fact, it was his idea for me to go out man-hunting."
"It was, huh?" Stuart said, mostly to himself. He didn't know how it was possible, but he began to think that this Oliver guy had done something to Alan's head. Somehow, he made him think that he was gay and didn't have a family.
"Anyway, I've gotta go. The longer I stay out here talking to you, the smaller my chances are of finding the perfect man." Alan turned and walked into the gay bar.
"Alan, wait," Stuart said, but it was too late. Alan was already inside. And as much as he wanted to help him, Stuart was not going to go in there. He turned and headed back across the street. He had plans to have dinner with his girlfriend, but now he was wondering if he should go check up on this Oliver guy instead, maybe force him to return Alan to normal.
He hurried down the street and entered the restaurant where his date was waiting for him. He wondered if Teresa wouldn't mind coming along. They could just have dinner another time. After what he witnessed outside that gay bar, it was clear that confronting this Oliver guy was more important than having dinner with Teresa, especially since they did it at least three times a week.
