Hall of Infinite Doors

You've always preferred males and this fact can be attributed to your own childhood. Without revealing too much, you feel almost as though you can identify with this child. He is you. You own you. He must be yours! You walk up to his bench, and he raises his sunglasses and moves. Shit, he was awake. He doesn't notice you and instead heads to a group of smaller boys and they begin to play a game of 2-square. There is only one thing you can do... wait.