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them, no pressure, just a couple then we’ll leave them to it. Is that ok?” He speaks quickly and I smile.
“Of course it is. I’ve got to meet them at some point babe. WANKER! Sorry, some fucker cut me up! Listen I’ve got to go Rafe, I’m driving but I should be back by about three, I’ll come to the café.”
“Ok, drive safe.”
“I will. Bye.”
The line goes dead and I become nervous. Rafe’s friends mean a lot to him, I just hope they like me.
“Alvez!”
We walk into the pub and Rafe’s friends immediately make a fuss of him. I don’t normally get nervous, but they love him so I want them to like me.
“Alright shitheads, this is Matthew. Babe, that’s Mike, Dave, Stu, Jim and Seth. Right then, introductions done, I’ll get the beers in. Usual?”
Just like that, I’ve officially been introduced.
I help Rafe with the round after everyone has said hello and shook my hand. They all look like they take care of themselves and are a good looking group of blokes. From what Rafe has said, they’re all straight. They love sport and play football together each week, looking at Mike though, I’m certain he’s more of a rugby man, he’s huge.
It’s a great evening and the couple of pints that we intended on having has already more than doubled. We’ve talked about how Rafe and I met. They’ve tried their best to embarrass him and took the piss out of him for not being able to seal the deal when he told them that we’re waiting before we have sex, which was a bit weird. I’m not used to being open about my sex life with anyone other than Lou.
Now they’re onto football. I don’t mind football but don’t support anyone. I know enough to be able to get involved in the conversation but can only observe their banter when it comes to their club rivalries.
“Enough of this shite, let’s talk about a real sport!” Mike puts down his empty glass after gulping down his last mouthful, “Rugby union, where men are men instead of little bitches, you should love it Rafe!”
Everyone laughs and I take satisfaction in the fact that I was not only right, but that I have a kindred spirit in Mike.
We debate for about ten minutes why rugby is better than football and vice versa, Mike and I made our case pretty well and I caught Rafe smiling at me while I laughed with Mike at Stu’s pathetic attempt to explain and justify why footballers dive. It must be nice for him that I’m here having fun with his friends.
“My round, come on Matty boy! The only real man here can help me out!” Mike stands and Rafe makes a joke about that sounding gayer than anything that Mike has ever said as we head to the bar.
The bar is really busy and we take up a position to wait our turn. Now that we’re alone it takes a moment for conversation to start up, but Mike breaks the silence.
“It’s great to meet you bud. It’s really good to see him happy. After that last prick I thought he wouldn’t smile again. Oh shit sorry, ex talk!” Mike pulls a face that tells me that he’s worried in case he’s said something wrong.
“No it’s ok; he’s told me all about it. Thanks for saying that though, it means a lot that the people who know him best are saying that he’s happy, I certainly am.” I smile and glance back to the table to see Rafe laughing and Stu with his head on the table. My stomach somersaults. “Was it ever a problem for you?”
“What?” Mike seems oblivious to what I’m asking.
“Rafe being gay. I mean, you’re all straight and then there’s him, was it ever an issue?”
Rafe’s friends are good looking guys and definitely straight. Mike’s girlfriend is pregnant and he apparently proposed to her a couple of weeks ago, and the other four turned into peacocks when the group of girls dolled up to the nines walked into the pub half an hour ago, desperate to be noticed. A lot of men would run a mile if one of their friends came out to them.
“Oh god, no, not at all! Rafe’s been my
“Of course it is. I’ve got to meet them at some point babe. WANKER! Sorry, some fucker cut me up! Listen I’ve got to go Rafe, I’m driving but I should be back by about three, I’ll come to the café.”
“Ok, drive safe.”
“I will. Bye.”
The line goes dead and I become nervous. Rafe’s friends mean a lot to him, I just hope they like me.
“Alvez!”
We walk into the pub and Rafe’s friends immediately make a fuss of him. I don’t normally get nervous, but they love him so I want them to like me.
“Alright shitheads, this is Matthew. Babe, that’s Mike, Dave, Stu, Jim and Seth. Right then, introductions done, I’ll get the beers in. Usual?”
Just like that, I’ve officially been introduced.
I help Rafe with the round after everyone has said hello and shook my hand. They all look like they take care of themselves and are a good looking group of blokes. From what Rafe has said, they’re all straight. They love sport and play football together each week, looking at Mike though, I’m certain he’s more of a rugby man, he’s huge.
It’s a great evening and the couple of pints that we intended on having has already more than doubled. We’ve talked about how Rafe and I met. They’ve tried their best to embarrass him and took the piss out of him for not being able to seal the deal when he told them that we’re waiting before we have sex, which was a bit weird. I’m not used to being open about my sex life with anyone other than Lou.
Now they’re onto football. I don’t mind football but don’t support anyone. I know enough to be able to get involved in the conversation but can only observe their banter when it comes to their club rivalries.
“Enough of this shite, let’s talk about a real sport!” Mike puts down his empty glass after gulping down his last mouthful, “Rugby union, where men are men instead of little bitches, you should love it Rafe!”
Everyone laughs and I take satisfaction in the fact that I was not only right, but that I have a kindred spirit in Mike.
We debate for about ten minutes why rugby is better than football and vice versa, Mike and I made our case pretty well and I caught Rafe smiling at me while I laughed with Mike at Stu’s pathetic attempt to explain and justify why footballers dive. It must be nice for him that I’m here having fun with his friends.
“My round, come on Matty boy! The only real man here can help me out!” Mike stands and Rafe makes a joke about that sounding gayer than anything that Mike has ever said as we head to the bar.
The bar is really busy and we take up a position to wait our turn. Now that we’re alone it takes a moment for conversation to start up, but Mike breaks the silence.
“It’s great to meet you bud. It’s really good to see him happy. After that last prick I thought he wouldn’t smile again. Oh shit sorry, ex talk!” Mike pulls a face that tells me that he’s worried in case he’s said something wrong.
“No it’s ok; he’s told me all about it. Thanks for saying that though, it means a lot that the people who know him best are saying that he’s happy, I certainly am.” I smile and glance back to the table to see Rafe laughing and Stu with his head on the table. My stomach somersaults. “Was it ever a problem for you?”
“What?” Mike seems oblivious to what I’m asking.
“Rafe being gay. I mean, you’re all straight and then there’s him, was it ever an issue?”
Rafe’s friends are good looking guys and definitely straight. Mike’s girlfriend is pregnant and he apparently proposed to her a couple of weeks ago, and the other four turned into peacocks when the group of girls dolled up to the nines walked into the pub half an hour ago, desperate to be noticed. A lot of men would run a mile if one of their friends came out to them.
“Oh god, no, not at all! Rafe’s been my
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