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looking for advice or just wanted to sound off. But here’s my thoughts, for what they’re worth.” He took a deep breath which didn’t inspire much confidence in Bobby.
“You know I support you. This has been a crazy few years for you; what with Pop dying, the business expanding, you getting your gay on. I don’t think there’s anything wrong with what you’re doing or how you’re doing it. You maybe had some catching up to do. Not like you’ve had an adult relationship before.” Bobby wanted to say something to that, but the circumstances of his and Angie’s arrangement had never been very… Traditional. Carlo’s gaze dared Bobby to contradict him.
“So,” Carlo continued, “you did it your way. Your way isn’t his way. But have you ever thought maybe your way was some cancer-induced mid-life crisis?”
Bobby felt his face flush with anger. “What the fuck?”
“Oh, calm down. You know it’s a legit question.”
“You think my being gay is a mid-life crisis?”
“No, you moron,” Carlo said, waving his hand like Bobby’d said the dumbest thing he’d ever heard. If Bobby wasn’t so pissed at Carlo’s assessment, he may have agreed.
“Look, Bob. I’m just saying you know I don’t care that you’re gay. But aren’t you tired of being a cliché? Gay or straight, that’s how this seems. Mid-life crisis. Cliché, man.”
Carlo stood and ambled off to his room, leaving Bobby in stunned silence. Not that he really gave a damn what other people thought of him, but was that what he was doing? Was that why he was pulling back from trying with Jody?
He’d freely admit that he might actually care; now that he thought on it, if Jody thought he looked like a dirty old guy, hooking up with every twink that moved.
That’s not what he’d done, though. Yeah, he’d played catch up. He just hadn’t adjusted to the idea that maybe he would be ready for a relationship any time soon.
There wasn’t a Jody Olsen before.
He didn’t know what to do with that, yet. Despite the evidence to the contrary, he was old enough to know when to talk things out. He’d like to think so, anyway. It’d been bottling things up his whole life that got him to where he was, so maybe, just maybe; talking it out with an honest-to-goodness gay man who knew what he was going through might help.
Chapter 7
JODY SHOOK THE hand of the old Dominican man who owned the bodega around the corner from his apartment and bid him farewell. He was in the corner store regularly enough that the staff knew him by name.
He was pissed he’d left work late enough the liquor store had been closed. Ever since telling Bobby to take a hike earlier that day, Jody had been dreaming of a glass of wine. Just one would have done. But he’d buried himself in inventory so long; he’d missed his chance. He’d been more than happy for the distraction, not needing a moment to regret his decision. Now, though, he had nothing but time to berate himself.
So he’d settled on beer from the bodega. At least they had a brand he liked. Beer and TV. Because he sure as hell didn’t want to call Alex, who’d give him shit for not at least enjoying the ride or riding the frog or some weird variation in which he told Jody he was a dumbass for not at least grabbing on to a sure thing.
Yes, Jody could have accepted the casual thing, the fuck buddy with friendship route. But he was already too attached to the man, judging by how much it’d hurt his feelings when Bobby had treated him like a trick the other
“You know I support you. This has been a crazy few years for you; what with Pop dying, the business expanding, you getting your gay on. I don’t think there’s anything wrong with what you’re doing or how you’re doing it. You maybe had some catching up to do. Not like you’ve had an adult relationship before.” Bobby wanted to say something to that, but the circumstances of his and Angie’s arrangement had never been very… Traditional. Carlo’s gaze dared Bobby to contradict him.
“So,” Carlo continued, “you did it your way. Your way isn’t his way. But have you ever thought maybe your way was some cancer-induced mid-life crisis?”
Bobby felt his face flush with anger. “What the fuck?”
“Oh, calm down. You know it’s a legit question.”
“You think my being gay is a mid-life crisis?”
“No, you moron,” Carlo said, waving his hand like Bobby’d said the dumbest thing he’d ever heard. If Bobby wasn’t so pissed at Carlo’s assessment, he may have agreed.
“Look, Bob. I’m just saying you know I don’t care that you’re gay. But aren’t you tired of being a cliché? Gay or straight, that’s how this seems. Mid-life crisis. Cliché, man.”
Carlo stood and ambled off to his room, leaving Bobby in stunned silence. Not that he really gave a damn what other people thought of him, but was that what he was doing? Was that why he was pulling back from trying with Jody?
He’d freely admit that he might actually care; now that he thought on it, if Jody thought he looked like a dirty old guy, hooking up with every twink that moved.
That’s not what he’d done, though. Yeah, he’d played catch up. He just hadn’t adjusted to the idea that maybe he would be ready for a relationship any time soon.
There wasn’t a Jody Olsen before.
He didn’t know what to do with that, yet. Despite the evidence to the contrary, he was old enough to know when to talk things out. He’d like to think so, anyway. It’d been bottling things up his whole life that got him to where he was, so maybe, just maybe; talking it out with an honest-to-goodness gay man who knew what he was going through might help.
Chapter 7
JODY SHOOK THE hand of the old Dominican man who owned the bodega around the corner from his apartment and bid him farewell. He was in the corner store regularly enough that the staff knew him by name.
He was pissed he’d left work late enough the liquor store had been closed. Ever since telling Bobby to take a hike earlier that day, Jody had been dreaming of a glass of wine. Just one would have done. But he’d buried himself in inventory so long; he’d missed his chance. He’d been more than happy for the distraction, not needing a moment to regret his decision. Now, though, he had nothing but time to berate himself.
So he’d settled on beer from the bodega. At least they had a brand he liked. Beer and TV. Because he sure as hell didn’t want to call Alex, who’d give him shit for not at least enjoying the ride or riding the frog or some weird variation in which he told Jody he was a dumbass for not at least grabbing on to a sure thing.
Yes, Jody could have accepted the casual thing, the fuck buddy with friendship route. But he was already too attached to the man, judging by how much it’d hurt his feelings when Bobby had treated him like a trick the other
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