My and Charlie’s first week together in our new loft was exciting … and a little nauseating — you know, that nauseous feeling of commitmentphobia that sets in when gay men begin to realize that they could easily fall off the monogamy wagon … or, for some, choose to jump. I was probably internalizing fear, anguish,...
read moreExcitement lit up inside me like a Griswold family Christmas tree as my phone buzzed, the screen indicating that a wet, surprised Charlie emerging from my shower was calling me. He had not been amused when snapped the picture. It’s been an excruciating two hours since I had left him the voice mail, apologizing for putting him on...
read moreMy hell, I’m as spontaneous as a pimple. I couldn’t believe I just vomited the words: “Move in with me?” Seriously! I should scrawl ‘Loser’ across my forehead in permanent ink. Charlie’s first reaction to the question was to laugh. He does that a lot. Maybe I’ll scrawl ‘Human Laugh Track’ across his billboard of...
read moreWhen my longtime friends invited Charlie and me to a Saturday afternoon barbeque Charlie was a little skeptical. He was still reeling from the debacle I created at his niece’s birthday party. Well, he calls it a debacle, I call it his mother’s a bitch. I can be such an infant sometimes. I told him that Geoff and Gregory, whom...
read moreBy 4 p.m. I was feeling as frazzled as Jasmine, Charlie’s seven-year-old niece. We were at her birthday party. Even before they cut the cake, Jasmine’s mother, Charlie’s sister, chastised her for dirtying her green princess dress, made her apologize to one girl for pushing her down (what she didn’t see was the girl had first...
read moreTwo days after Charlie and I had experienced our curious first encounter in the skin care aisle of a Smith’s grocery store and the ensuing dinner-date that could only be described as warm and cuddly, he thought it normal dating etiquette to offer an invitation to a family function — his niece, Jasmine, is turning seven. I’m...
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