QColumn: A Gay In The Life – Ladies Who Lunch

The Ladies Who Lunch
By Steve Prince
“Where’s Cody?”
Troy looked at me as is if I’d been struck dumb.
“Really?” Troy raised his eyebrows and looked at his watch.
I looked at my watch. It was one o’clock on the dot. Well. of course Cody wasn’t here; that would make him on time, which isn’t Cody’s way. Not that we were offended by it. It’s just the way Cody is.
Alex gingerly set down his glass of tea. He beamed—the belle of monogamy. He looked as if he had just stepped off a boat docked in Cape Cod, in his navy and cream striped Theory sweater, his mousy brown hair now sun-streaked with ribbons of dark honey. I could only think it had to do with the endless amount of hours he and David spent by the pool or beach. It seemed like every time Troy and I called Alex to do something the answer was the same.
“David and I are hanging out by the pool,” his voice lilting with romanticism. “Come join us!”
And sometimes we would. That was the nice thing about Alex and David; I never felt like a third wheel with them. Although, they both were so blissfully AND annoyingly happy that I sometimes found myself getting a hint jealous.
But things change.
“So, Stevie,” Alex seemed to hear my thoughts, “what’s new with you?”
I wasn’t ready to drop the bomb yet; I wanted to wait for Cody. Yes, I’m dramatic, I’ll admit.
It must have been instilled in me as a child—I yearned to be on television. Feeling unable to be myself anyone around me, I imagined a world of my own creation. I often felt that if my mother TRULY understood me she’d take me to the Nickalodeon Studios and put me on You Can’t Do That On Television or maybe Today’s Special. Surely it wasn’t that hard for gay boy in southern Oklahoma to get on TV… Well, I never got on TV, but the dramatic part stuck.
Not wanting to talk about my new tryst, I deflected Alex’s question. I’m Southern; we’re great at passively-aggressively dodging anything.
“Well,” I sighed, “I don’t think I can say a thing until we hear why you look like a bronzed god sitting right in front of us.”
Alex’s cheeks flushed.
“I assume things are going well between you and David?”
Alex beamed even brighter, if that could be possible.
“We are a-maaazing!” He smiled. “I don’t think I’ve ever fallen in love with a guy so hard. I’m so scared I’m going to fuck it up.”
“People usually do,” Troy interjected and smiled.
“You hush!” I scolded like a mother hen. “Look, sugar, you’re going to be fine. You are already fine, in fact.”
“It’s true,” Troy added waving his finger between us, “we’ve put in too much work on you. David should give us a finder’s fee.”
Cody sauntered in the diner as the three of us laughed heartily.
“Hey, hey,” he plopped down in the booth beside me.
“What did I miss?” he asked taking a sip of my Diet Coke.
“Stevie, avoiding a question,” Troy accused me.
Everyone looked at me.
“What do you mean?” I asked trying to sound as incredulous as possible. I swear I’m so dramatic sometimes that even Tyne Daly would tell me to tone it down.
“Oh, come on,” Troy said putting down his fork. “Something is going on with you.” He studied my face intently and he waved his index finger in front of my eyes, “I can tell.”
“Well?”
Fuck. How should I start? I mean I couldn’t just say that I finally fucked around with my high school crush who had never came out of the closet but still fucked the hell out of me with his huge cock… or could I?

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