Story
4: Bewildering Love
I met Alec at an
afterwork gathering at a coworkers house. Roger's Nephew's graduation
or something like that. I dropped a 20 in a jar to cover food and
beer for myself and mingled. To my great shock, Alec was here. From
the memories my dad had "shared with" me, he was out with a
different girl each night and he wasn't all that close to Roger, so
it's unexpected to see him here. I didn't mind seeing him
though, I'm mostly upset that he's so goddamn handsome. Ever since I
aged myself to 43, I've been realizing that I'm not as straight as I
initially thought I was.
I approached him jovially, surprised by how uncomfortable he looked and said honestly, "Didn't expect to see you here, thought you would have a hot date on a Friday night. Everything alright?" earnestly concerned with how ready he seemed to jump out of his own skin.
In a torrent of nervous energy, he confessed everything, and I mean EVERYTHING. He apparently had an "episode" of some kind while on his morning jog and ever since then had been obsessed with me, romantically. He had always been straight and loved it, but now, even the thought of being with a woman is a turn off. Apparently, the only time he feels like himself is when at work, with me...
I was
flabberghasted, but I watched as he realized what he just said and
the look he gave me was one of sheer terror. I could destroy his work
life by telling our coworkers. I could tell our boss and confess I
didn’t think too highly of his work skills and he
wouldn't find work in this town. But then I remembered how
disorienting it was to realize I was bi when I thought I was
something else. This man had thought he was straight for 20 more
years than me...I pulled him into a hug and let him cry for several
minutes. I finally said, "We're weirdly exposed in the
backyard here, people are going to talk. Should we find a place
to sit down and chat?" I dragged him up to the deck where we
were away from the music and out of direct sight.
I asked
him if he minded my smoking and pulled out a cigar that I just
felt the need for that evening. It was weird since I
only ever smoked cigarettes like my father. Alec gave a
strange look as he replied, "I've always hated smoking but
ever since... well, I find it so wretchedly ho... attractive now."
He flushed scarlett... "I.. I'm so sorry, I don't know why
I'm telling you any of this, or feeling this way... but it's my
problem, not yours. You don't want to know what my turn ons are.
Everything about this conversation is sexual harassment. Please
don't get me fired."
I was in the middle of lighting the cigar and a wave of calm washed over me. I felt in control. More than ever considering the insanity of the last month where I took over my dad's role in the family. "Oh, but I do." I said as I finally got the cigar lit.
"You
do what?" He asked lost in his own ceaseless worrying and
confusion.
"I do want to know what your turn ons are..."
I divulged my own sudden orientation shift and admitted that he makes
me want to try new things...
I
saw him eyeing my cigar and offered to let him take a puff. He said
he had never and when I held it out to him he took a drag without
taking it from my hand. Then coughed and said that really wasn't for
him, but smiled and said now he knows.
We've been dating for a year now. Our relationship took research on both our ends to figure out how it’s supposed to work physically but neither of us felt stupid for not knowing things. It’s been one of the best things that came out of this.