to movies together, stayed up late together bitching about our roommates. Iâd feared losing her once before, when sheâd made a pass at me outside the freshman dance over Homecoming weekend; âItâs not you, itâs me,â I sputteredâand when that hackneyed excuse didnât seem to quell her embarrassment, I quickly added in a whisper, âIâm gay.â A lonely week of silence followed, before she popped by my dorm room unannounced, ready to simply resume our friendship where weâd left off with a solemn promise that weâd always be honest with each other from that point forward. âItâll be like that new show Will & Grace, â she said, half-joking. Weâd been best friends ever since.
But now I had that feeling again, that it might not last. Even Will & Grace had ended eventually. Sheâd move on. And Iâd be left behind. Alone.
It was Saturday night. I didnât have a date. Nobody to see a movie with, nobody to spend the night with. Not even anyone to stay home and watch Saturday Night Live with. Pathetic.
I called Phil, and he agreed to meet me; I knew heâd cheer me up with tales of his latest boyfriend-for-a-day. I showered, got dressed, and got in the car, heading for Dupont Circle.
âWhat happened to the guy from Paradise?â he asked as we stood in a video bar on P Street.
I shook my head. âPolitical differences,â I said.
âGay Republican, huh?â
I didnât feel like going into the details, so I just said, âSomething like that.â
âAnyone new?â
âNot really,â I said. âBut I have been spending a lot of time with someone. . . .â
I told him about the rabbi. He was a bit confused.
âSorry, Benji, I just canât imagine what you two have to talk about,â he said. âI mean, if one of the priests from Saint Veronicaâs popped into my office, I think Iâd have a heart attack.â
âYeah, your confession could take all day.â
âForgive me, Father, itâs been about fifteen years since my last confession, and a lot has happened.â
âItâs not like that with the rabbi,â I said. âItâs not like heâs there on official rabbi business.â
âStill,â he said. âIf thatâs the only man in your life right now, you definitely need to get out more.â
Fortunately, the fact that Phil and I were together drew men to us like magic. Itâs got to be some kind of hard-wired biological phenomenon: Guys who would ordinarily ignore you in a bar suddenly find you attractive when they see that someone else is talking to you. Maybe itâs the idea that youâre already with someone, unattainable, that makes the pursuit suddenly seem like a thrilling challengeâor, for the masochists, a hopeless misadventure. Or maybe itâs menâs competitive nature, trying to beat out all other suitors once they realize there are others vying for the same person. Whatever the reason, it was working. For both of us.
Phil walked over to the bar, where he was quickly grabbed by an admirer, and as soon as I was alone, a guy moved in on me, too. Christopher was his name. A staffer for a midwestern congressman. Around thirty. Great arms, terrific laugh, breath that smelled like cinnamon. And he was a redhead.
For a change.
CHAPTER 5
O nce Iâd seen the rabbi collapse in the parking lot, I knew he wasnât in any condition to be walking up or down that hill anymore. The next Monday, I stopped by the store to make sure he was all right and offered to drive him to a doctor.
âNo doctors,â he barked. âIâm fine.â
âYou collapsed in the parking lot.â
âIt was the heat,â he said through gritted teeth. âIâm fine.â
He folded his arms. I wasnât going to win this one.
âWell, you certainly shouldnât be walking up and down these
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