October 21st offered a strong wind, a bitter temperature, and the first snowfall.
Michael surfaced from his catch-up time with his husband. He desired a drink with me, excited to speak with me. We met at Chapters, a small bistro. The owner, Matthew Chapters, served us delicious lime-flavored martinis with extra olives.
“You look like you’ve lost weight,” Michael said, studying me.
“It’s from all the s*x I’m having. I have a special someone in my life.”
He laughed. “With who?” He paused and shook his head. “Dear God, please tell me you’re not f*****g around with Jay. That’s the last thing I want to hear. You two are like water and oil. If you ever get with him, the world will surely implode on itself.”
“I’m not sleeping with Jay. I’m desperate for a man, but not him. Besides, as you pr
