So the two love birds are back home in Kentucky and all is well.
We are back home in Kentucky. And officially we are boyfriends. Finally. Although none of his friends know about it at this point. I’ve met them…all four of them, a couple of times. I’m just a friend he knows from school. He’s terrified that ANYONE will find out the truth.
By this time I’ve also had the pleasure of going to Sam’s house. He gave me the tour. All 4,000 square feet of the tour. And that was without the basement. Sam’s closet was the size of my current bedroom. And all of the clothes were organized by color and outfit. Of course his bedroom was decorated in early 13 year old boy stylings. But I guess 18’s not that much different. Of course by now Sam is 19 having had his birthday in August. He’s a Leo. And it’s all about him. Always has been. Always will be.
The fun part of going to Sam’s house was concealing that fact that we’d been there. The day of the tour Sam showed me the formal living room and the formal dining room. I even sat down and played a little ditty on the piano that was clearly there for show. And then after the tour about three minutes before we were leaving, Sam pulled out the vacuum cleaner and began to make the pile in the carpet look just like it had when we entered. The cleaning lady (Francis) left the carpet in these nice little diagonal patterns, and it was important that NO ONE know that I’d been to the house. And everytime I visited after that, including long after his parents knew about me, we would do this to the carpet.
So by now all my friends know about my new boyfriend and he’s going to parties with me, and out to eat with me and FINALLY spending the night. When school started back Sam was officially living in the dorm. And what this meant was that Sam kept his belongings in the dorm and occasionally spent the night there, if he was out with friends, but most of the time he was in my bed waiting for me when I came home from work. I’d given him a key a while ago.
And so we were the young couple in love. I would go to school and have classes in the morning, work in the shop in the afternoon, run home shower and change and be at work by 5:30. I would wait tables till midnight and then go home and do homework…after kissing my boyfriend hello and letting him know how much I missed him.
And all this time I was still sleeping around.
About ten minutes after we started dating Sam told me the story of this guy he’d hooked up with, one Saturday afternoon. He went back to this guy’s house and had great sex and Sam had to sneak down the back stairs because his girlfriend was coming up the front stairs. And Sam went on and on and on and on and on about how hot this guy was. His name was Jason, and he was hot, hot, hot. And nothing makes conversation with your boyfriend better than his going on, and on, and on, and on, about a guy he’s been with who’s hotter than you.
Flash forward about four days. I’m at work waiting tables. I pass through the bar area on my way to my section. As I walk by I catch the eye of this really hot guy sitting at a table with his friend. Being me, I make the trip about three or four more times just to check him out and to make sure he’s checking me out. And then he follows me. To the bathroom. All right calm down. I did not have sex in the bathroom. I’ve done that, but not that day. He does introduce himself and turns out his name is Jason. The one and only. And yes, he’s as hot as I’ve been told he is. And he asks if we can get together sometime. I suggest tomorrow because I know Sam will be at work all day and I have the night off. And so he agrees and I tell him I’ll give him a call.
And so now it’s like I have to do it. Sam has gone on and on and on and on about how great the sex was how am I supposed to say no? Really. It’s a no brainer. So the next day I call up Jason and we agree on a time and without giving it a second thought I head over to his house. And he’s even more beautiful with his clothes off. And he’s got a huge dick. And he’s GREAT in bed. Everything Sam said and more.
And we finished and I showered and we said our good byes and I told him I would give him a call sometime and he said great.
And that would be the end of the story if it weren’t for three things. First, the girlfriend coming up the stairs as Sam was going down the stairs is a well known Hollywood Actress. Hmmm. And the second part is that Jason went on to become a porn star. See below.
And well the most over the top, insulting treatment of Sam ever, was two years later. Sam and Jason ended up in the same program at school. This involved a studio class that lasted every afternoon for four hours. Jason was a couple of years ahead of Sam. By this time Sam is out of the closet with his friends and family and now they all know about me, and I’ve met many of them. So Christmas 1993 Jason throws a big Christmas bash. He rents ballroom in a private residence to have the party. It’s formal so everyone is decked out in their best attire. Sam and I are in tuxes with green and red plaid cummerbunds. And we get to the party and we walk in and Jason comes over to welcome us and Sam turns and says, “Jason, this is my boyfriend Jeff. Jeff this is Jason. He’s a couple of years ahead of me.” We both follow with the “I’ve heard so much about you phrases and Sam never knows that we’ve slept together at least six or seven time in the past year or so.
Sometimes I wonder how I haven’t been hit by a bus with the kind of karma that should be heading my way.