Rowan

Despite wanting to catch up, or at least saying he wanted to, it just never quite happened with Rowan. Girlfriend, kid. Kid, girlfriend. Didn’t have the time. Was busy. Not enough hours in the day. Girlfriend. Kid. Can’t get away. I promise I will. Kid. Girlfriend.

Yeah, okay, I know you have a girlfriend and a kid. 

I get it. He was nervous. I get it? I remember the process.

“Can’t make it, sorry.”

Okay, I get it, enough. Have a nice life. Somethings aren't meant to be.

Pussy, I thought. Then, I laughed at myself. The guy has a partner, and I prise honesty above everything else.

What was I like.

So, I decided to be devious. 

He said he loved exercise, it showed he was in great shape. And the more I thought about it, the more I wanted some of it. If just for sentimental reasons, maybe? I remember Rowan was great sex. I remember him being a really enthusiastic sexual partner? He liked it all. He would do all of it. He had a really nice, thick, todger. Was that just because I was young and naïve and I just didn’t know any better? I don’t know.

He said he loved jogging.

So, I invited him to go jogging around the Carlton Gardens Saturday afternoon, and he accepted, I was surprised.

So, we jogged around the Carlton Gardens for some time. 

“Do you want a change of scenery?”

“Sure, he said. 

Then I jogged him back to my place which isn’t far from the Carlton Gardens, without actually telling him.

I stopped nonchalantly at my front gate, as if I was catching my breath. He did too, of course.

“So?”

“So?” he questioned.

“Shall we keep jogging?”

“Sure,” he said.

“Or…”

“Or?” he questioned.

“We could stop for a coffee.”

“Okay, let’s have a coffee,” he said.

I smiled. Something must have changed in my expression.

“What?” he questioned.

I pointed at my house with a head tilt. “This is my place.”

“What? Your place?”

“Yeah,” I said. “I have plenty of coffee.”

He smiled his gorgeous smile, made even more gorgeous by him becoming a man. “Okay. Nice work, Josh. You got me.”

“Too dangerous?”

“Is it?” he asked.

“You better believe it,” I said. “We can still go jogging. It is up to you?”

He laughed kind of self consciously. “Check mate.”

“Oh, I wouldn’t say checkmate, with such ugly connotations,” I said. “I just bought the horse to water.” I couldn’t help but smile.

“I’m the horse?” he said.

“If my memory serves me right.”

Rowan looked at the house and then back at me. “Did you plan this?”

“Yes,” I said.

“To get me here.”

“Yes,” I said again.

“I see,” he said.

“Just accept it,” I said. “I’m sure you’ll like it.”

He laughed. “I never doubted that I’d like it.”

“So, what is the problem then.”

“It’s easy for you…”

“Oh Rowan. We can just have coffee.”

“You know that’s not all that is going to happen.”

“Well.” I smiled broadly. “I know that now.”

I held out my hand, he took it with his. “Come on,” I said. I lead him inside by the hand.

He took steps towards my gate. I pushed the gate open.

“No, I can’t.” he said. He pulled his hand out of mine.

“What?”

“I’ve got to go.”

“Really?”

“I’m sorry.” 

“What?”

He jogged off without looking back.

Well, there you go, I thought. Straight boys are hard work. I watched him jog away.