Okay, some blog readers complain I never write about the non-sexual things I do. For those gripers this blog entry is for you:
Last weekend “Oliver” mentioned in passing that he had not seen a certain blockbuster movie. That put a thought in my mind so Monday morning I sent him this text.
“I respectfully request the honor of your company at a screening of the movie ‘Avatar’ in 3D.”
To my surprise Oliver texted back saying he wanted to see the movie that same night. As busy as he is I didn’t think we would get up until the weekend at the earliest. So I went out at lunch and bought two tickets and told him to meet me for the 6:30 p.m. show.
I sorely needed a diversion on Monday. The day had started out good and gone sour. The president of the company gathered staff together after lunch to say the budget was tight. I have been laid off before, got through the process with flying colors, but didn’t want to go back through that again. So my mood was dark.
I am separated from my wife but we stay in daily communication because we have kids and I still pay the bills at home. She has been laid off before too so I called to let her know the situation.
“Things will work out,” she said.
“Yeah, they will,” I answered.
Oliver met me five minutes before the movie started and for two hours and 40 minutes I forgot about my troubles and lost myself in the jungles of Pandora. There were few people in the movie theater and I couldn’t wait for the lights to go out.
I moved my thigh over and rubbed it against his. And sometimes he leaned over and rested his arm against mine. His arm felt hot, like a heater.
But I tried not to get too flirty. For one, I had already seen the movie with my kids and I wanted Oliver to enjoy its computer animated delights. And secondly, how do two straight-acting gay dudes act in public? I rarely see gay guys kissing or holding hands in public and to be honest that is really not my scene. So we mostly chilled, happy to be in each other’s company.
I planned to take the last commuter train home but Oliver offered to drive me out to the suburbs to get my car. It was way out of his way and I was grateful.
During the half hour drive he told me not to worry about my job, things would work out. And I talked to him about how he would handle a managerial issue he had to address at his job. It was nice to open up to him about my problems and I was glad he let me into a little bit more of his world.
Sometimes while we talked I would reach over and hold the hand he was not using to drive, stroking it softly or intertwining our long fingers. The feeling was pleasant and felt natural.
We got the commuter train parking lot. It was dark and my car was one of the last ones there.
I asked him to turn off the lights on his car console. And we kissed deeply, our tongues flickering against each other like butterflies.
I knew he had to go. He had a long drive. It had a been a long day. But I tried to stretch the time a little longer so we talked a bit more.The conversation paused a moment and he looked at me.
“Come back over here,” he said.
And we kissed again. Twice. And I said goodbye, hopped in my car, and went home to sleep.