Another country

I shrugged my shoulders when I dropped David off at the airport. He deserved it, getting me into this mess. I went outside to the parking garage and got in the car. Screw it, I said, I’m putting the top down and I’m driving down to Lauderdale. I went to Georgie’s Alibi. That’d be the best place to hook up with someone on a late Sunday afternoon. Tomorrow would be my first day of work, but this evening I could have some fun, if I could get myself a solid piece of muscle meat.

It didn’t take long to drive down from Palm Beach to Lauderdale. The heat permeated every pore and I walked into the Alibi in a sweat. Maybe that’d enhance my chances, but probably not here – not at a preppy bar like Georgie’s. I’d have to go to the Ramrod for that kind of fetish. Man scent, it would probably attract just the kind of guy I didn’t want, an overweight fifty year old with pockmarked skin and an HIV belly. No, I wanted someone like me – a clean-cut guy with lean muscles and a fondness for Diane Schur.

I met Glenn that night and we went to his Wilton Manors house for Sex Lite in his hot tub. I liked it but found myself straining for an elusive orgasm. So I shut my eyes and thought about Dino Peretti in that ‘70s porn movie – always worked for me when I had a hard time with someone.

I drove back to Boca Raton. I’d be staying at David’s parents’ condo until we got our own house and he moved down here. That’d be beginning of August, six weeks from now. I had six weeks to play. Screw David – he’d manipulated me into this mess. Now I had a job I didn’t really want to start, living in a place so superficial, it made Cher look like a model of authenticity. I’d be spending the next six weeks in Florida’s summer heat and humidity, all alone while David basked in the luminous beauty of a New Hope summer. I deserved to have some fun.