Josh inspected the empty restaurant once again. The wood burning fireplace roared, heating the room sufficiently from the cold storm raging outside. He lied to Matt, his partner of five years, that he was meeting business associates for a private dinner. Secretly he reserved the entire restaurant for a private dinner with Phil, an old flame from twenty years prior, who he recently tracked down. Matt and Phil had similar personalities, almost identical, that Josh almost paranoid, thought they were the identical person or twins. They practiced perfection, tidiness and their routines with so much regimentation both the same. Josh was a free spirit, lived for spontaneity, and cared little about neatness. He loved Matt deeply and did not want to make the same mistakes he made with Phil.
Josh glanced nervously at his watch. Nine-thirty, he was supposed to be here at eight. Is he going to show or has he coped out again? Like when he broke up with me, telling me he never loved me. All the times of intimacy and spoken words “I love you” had been a lie. He left saying he never wanted to see me ever again. And he had kept his word. It wouldn’t amaze me, him not showing up. Some people never change and don’t want to remember people from their past, especially when they emphasized they don’t care about you.
He paced around the tables already set; then walked to peer out the door. The wind blew the rain horizontally. Only the cook’s and the waiter’s car along with his were parked out in front. A cold chill rippled beneath his skin, as if someone plunged him in the back with a knife. He paced over to the fireplace, attempting to warm his fears of rejection. Staring at the orange, yellow and blue flames, he compared Matt and Phil. Although Phil is younger, he was more experienced than me. He dated and laid me once and when he attempted to drop me I called him a sadist. We loved each other for two years after that. Matt is my age and pursued me when I thought I didn’t have a chance with him. He’s new to gay life, like being my student. They both have dark hair and hairless chests. They also have that smooth, dark milky skin, like a Castilian Spanish man. I know they’re not duplicate lovers, but…
“Is your guest still going to be here for dinner?” the waiter interrupted Josh’s thoughts. “It’s ten o’clock and the cook is getting impatient.”
“Tell him to wait ten more minutes.”
The waiter retreated to the kitchen, while Josh refused to believe Phil would stand him up. Shit. I should have asked him for his cell phone number.
As he sat in a chair by the door, the headlights of a car illuminated the parking lot outside. He could not recognize the man, stepping out of the vehicle when the headlights went dark. He finally is here. He went and sat by the fire, waiting.
When Matt walked through the door, Josh searched for an excuse for the absence of his co-workers and the ie about Phil.
“It’s late and I was worried about you in this storm.” Matt explained his intrusion. “I wanted to call you but you left your phone at home. What happened? Why is nobody here? It’s very late.”
“I was just about to come home. My boss just called and said the meeting was cancelled by the storm. I’m so glad you’re here.”
“I haven’t eaten. You're probably starved.”
“Why don’t we take advantage of the cook and waiter and have dinner? Just the two of us.”
“Isn’t it too late?"
“No. I’ll go get the waiter. By the way, did I tell you, I love you very much for who you are? you're very unique and only one of a kind.” Josh was serious, knowing Matt was loyal, Phil never was.
After they ate a late delicious dinner, Josh could not hold back his emotions. “I’m so happy you showed up. Tonight has been the most romantic time of my life. Saying I love you, is not enough. But it's true.”
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