Day 75 I’ve grown accustomed to his face
Another two weeks away. Pete has stayed over quite a few times, so my loneliness and anxieties were abated, but I’m beginning to think that relationship has degraded to little more than booty calls. Possible, previously unforeseen problem: Pete and Doug get along great; they’ve had quite a few dude dates with Pete’s Mets season passes. So, are they going to remain friends, after we break up? Doug is such a friendly guy, now I’m afraid all of my boyfriends are going to become his friends, and he’ll have a little collection of men that I’ve screwed, screwed over, and have been screwed over by.
I miss him. He’s my friend, that I see everyday. He’s my old man, who’s there in the morning to steam up the bathroom before I use it, and who’s there at night, to say “goodnight” before I go to sleep. He’s my eye candy, coming home after running, all sweaty in a tight t-shirt and shorts. He’s my personal masseur, cook, and plumber. He’s my helpless little boy, whose tie is always tied over his collar. He’s the guy who’s always there.
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