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The Realtor…he did NOT have a house for sale.
I’d known this man for over 10 years. We had met at work and became fast friends. He was married, two kids; I was divorced, three kids. He was my work husband. Nothing ever, ever sexual between us – just really great friends. Did I ever think about blowing him? Not even a little bit. See? A normal husband/wife relationship when the wife no longer blows her man.
Fast forward to the Fall of 2022 and suddenly the dynamic between us started to change. We were both single for the first time since we’d known each other. Could it be?
We started going out for lunches and dinners in the Fall. We drank wine, made fun of old employees and laughed continually. I started looking at The Realtor in a different way, and felt the same vibe from him.
One night in late November, The Realtor and I met for an afternoon cocktail at 3:30pm. Fun Fact: ½ price bottles of wine! There were 5 brand new Pac
-Man Machines, and given we’d spent most of our teen years in mall arcades, these Pac-Man machines were a huge W. We played until 7:00pm (I beat him, duh) and a few bottles of vino later, we were ready to party into the night.
So we proceeded to crash my friend’s place (which was right around the corner from the bar) and brought the party to them. Not sure how please they were in hindsight. However…
The night goes on. More laughs, more drinks. I believe Saki was poured at one point and then Scotch. Feeling no pain, I saddled up to The Realtor on the couch and sat closely beside him. Really nudged myself into him. He kind of looked at me like “what are you doing??” but undeterred I pressed my left breast into his right rib cage and tried an awkward flirty look into his eyes. He seemed to stifle laughter (not the effect I was going for) and started whispering into my ear.
“Slay, before this goes any further, I need to tell you something. Kind of important.”
WELL HOLY SHIT! He was about to tell me he had been suppressing some mad kind of unbridled love for years. I was ready for it!!
He continues…“I’ve met someone. name is Trevor.”
WHAT?
WHAT????
I scream, “You’re GAY??? HUH??” He shushes me, says pipe down (who says that anymore) and we both start laughing uncontrollably at the sheer hilarity of this news.
A deal was definitely not closed that night. Or ever.
