Yet another Doc, in my life. Who was someone I made out with, when Kel and I were on a break, turned into friendship. Someone I thought, aspired to be bigger than the small town we were from. Someone ambitious. Or I thought, he was. As naive as I can be, I would share all that happened to Kel, to him, He claimed to be interested in an older man, who would apparently take him out with his straight friends, and who would go shopping together. The doctor who couldn't drive.
I never had a problem that Kel and I never did any of that, as I knew that I was in his mind and he was in mine, but the fact that the doctor with the dobby eyes, told me about his "guy" made me respect him more. It seemed like he wanted a monogamous relationship, which was a fairy tale to me by this point. He never introduced me to his guy. I joined the same gym as him to talk about each other's love life. He would say about the trips he went with his guy and how they made out at strange places. I, on the other hand, would talk about ideal relationships and fairy tales, the dreams and problems.
Things didn't turn well for both of us, as if jinxed. Both out relationships went through a rough patch. I tried to get things better, at least for him. Which didn't happen. I arranged the patch up meet as a surprise which made him jittery. Only to know that most of the relationship he had, was in his mind. The other guy was an asshole, no doubt. He wanted a boy toy with no strings attached, to mull his pain on losing the love of his life over marriage, and his bad divorce. The talks on monogamy and love was for his lost love, and to him Doctor Dobby was no more than a distraction. I felt sorry for him. Gave him my shoulder to cry on, Would drive him around the city and advised him not to seek sex to numb the pain.
I never had a problem that Kel and I never did any of that, as I knew that I was in his mind and he was in mine, but the fact that the doctor with the dobby eyes, told me about his "guy" made me respect him more. It seemed like he wanted a monogamous relationship, which was a fairy tale to me by this point. He never introduced me to his guy. I joined the same gym as him to talk about each other's love life. He would say about the trips he went with his guy and how they made out at strange places. I, on the other hand, would talk about ideal relationships and fairy tales, the dreams and problems.
Things didn't turn well for both of us, as if jinxed. Both out relationships went through a rough patch. I tried to get things better, at least for him. Which didn't happen. I arranged the patch up meet as a surprise which made him jittery. Only to know that most of the relationship he had, was in his mind. The other guy was an asshole, no doubt. He wanted a boy toy with no strings attached, to mull his pain on losing the love of his life over marriage, and his bad divorce. The talks on monogamy and love was for his lost love, and to him Doctor Dobby was no more than a distraction. I felt sorry for him. Gave him my shoulder to cry on, Would drive him around the city and advised him not to seek sex to numb the pain.
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