Instead of going out for a f**k like I usually did on a Friday night, I stayed at home. I cleaned the house from end to end, did the laundry, and washed the few dishes that had been sitting in the sink for a week, mostly coffee cups. Yes, I was a bit of a slob.
Two loads of laundry later, the place was pristine. I sat on the couch in my living room and stared off into space, lost in thought. Did I date younger guys to bolster my ego? Was it some kind of leftover issue from being abandoned by my dad at a young age? Or was it what I truly desired?
I was no closer to an answer fifteen minutes later when my doorbell rang. Who the hell would be at my house at one o’clock on a Saturday morning? I went to the front door as I heard a fist pounding on the wood. Jesus.
I peered through the peep h
