Jonathan breathed all the way in and closed his eyes, and squeezed the pants button into the hole. Thank God – it made it. He let out his breath and then felt the terrible pushing on his stomach and his thighs. No matter, he’d buttoned the pants. He looked in the mirror – off-white jeans, brown cowboy boots, black tank top with the skull image in the middle. Perfect for his date with Carlo. So what if his hair was graying on the sides? He noticed the red blemish on his forearm again – Dr. Bernhardt would have to look at that one, yet again.
He walked out of the bedroom and passed the kitchen on his way out, avoiding the bills. Ever since Matthew had left, they’d seemed to pile up. But no worries – things would improve soon. They just had to. He was behind on the condo maintenance fee, he’d given up the cleaning lady, his bi-weekly massage therapist, his monthly manicure/pedicure, he’d cut back dinners out to twice a week instead of four times, and he’d even cancelled one of his three gym memberships.
But he wouldn’t cancel anything more – he needed to have a gym near work and one near home. Jonathan looked in the mirror before heading out the door again. He really would have to see Dr. Bernhardt. That red blemish on his arm would hurt his chances with Carlo – or whoever he ended up liking more than he should.
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