Part 1
When I made the decision to move back to Connecticut, from my time in Massachusetts, I knew that I wanted to join a gay club of some kind that very first week there. Too much of my life was wasted in waiting for...events that never happened. This time, wiser in my mature years, I would not wait. I was determined to put myself into a setting that would yield the most possibilities for me. That meant surrounding myself with other gay men. I was excited. I was also very timid; and unsure of what my newfound pseudo-boldness would get me.
Music has always been a refuge for me. I would sing myself into a state of bliss, rather than acknowledge the pain of loneliness that was my only constant companion. Years earlier, I had joined a little theater group, and won the male lead in several musicals. To sum it up, I successfully fought my shyness, was mesmerized to be in the company of some very hot guys, yet never connected in the ways I had hoped to. This time had to be different.
"Let's hear what your range is; and get an idea of where we can use you." Jonah is at the piano, smiling at me. I am nervous as hell. He took my original call, and was very warm in inviting me to audition. I have confidence in my singing. That's about all I have confidence in. By the way, I do not have a God given amazing vocal 'instrument'. I do have a pleasant voice; and a way of telegraphing the joy I feel when singing to those who listen. Can I do this A Capella, please? Trying to follow the audition pace of someone else just throws me. He looks puzzled.
"Sure." Jonah pivots on the stool and faces me. I shift my weight to loosen up, lower my head for a few seconds, close my eyes, then begin. The song is: 'Make You Feel My Love', by Adele. I sing most of it not looking at Jonah, but looking deep within myself to pull out as much inner feeling as I can. Near the end of the song, I drift my gaze right into his eyes, and am stunned to see tears flowing down his face. I am mouth breathing. I do that when I am nervous. Even though I sang easily and from the heart, with the song finished I expected nothing more than a polite rebuke. Tears are not what I expected.
"Nice. Really nice. Pull up a chair and let's talk."
Part 2
"I could hear the music in your voice. Do you hear it in your head when you sing?" I nod and say yes.
"That is a special gift. You carry your own orchestra with you!"
I feel more relaxed now, as Jonah continues to build up my confidence. I tell him that sometimes, just before I fall asleep, I can actually 'hear' an orchestra in full volume inside my head...even going so far as directing the outcome of the music. I tell him that I have not had that wonderful experience for a long time. He sees the sadness in my eyes, and rises to move toward me. I stand as he does; not knowing what will come next. When Jonah puts his arms around me for a gentle hug, the emotions I've carried here start to spill over.
"You definitely have a place in our group if you want it. Please say that you do, and be here next Thursday night, so I can introduce you to everyone." He is still hugging me. I am starting to feel a bit awkward. Okay. I do. Thanks. He breaks it off, puts his hands on my shoulders, and looks into my eyes.
"Have dinner with me tonight. I can't wait until Thursday." I have never smiled more happily and sincerely in my life.
Jonah takes me to one of the better small Italian restaurants that dot the city. It is cozy and warm and intimate. His choice is obvious. He likes me. I am very much overwhelmed with the speed of his pursuit; yet completely awash with a sense of joy I have rarely felt before. We talk about the upcoming season, and the variety of songs that the group will be performing. He puts a hand over mine on the table, and tells me...
"I have a special place for you in the group. We feature three singers in our concerts, and I want you to be one of them." I slowly pull my hand from under his and place it in my lap. Jonah...I swallow as we look at each other...I just want to fit in. I've never wanted to stick out, you know. I just want to belong. I think he understands. Loneliness and isolation can follow those who are 'special'.
"You are a special person, Benjamin. I get it. We'll work it out." I put my hand back onto the table, palm up. He smiles and takes up the invitation. His hand feels warm and right in mine. I start to wonder what the rest of this night will bring.
"Let's take a walk in the park. It's the perfect night for it. Unless you have something else to do..." No. Yes. The park sounds nice. We grab our coats, it's early fall and there's a slight chill in the air. It's a small community park, surrounded by gaslights and well-kept houses. The central fountain calls to us, and we sit on a wooden bench, the only people there. He leans in for a quick kiss on my mouth. Jonah pulls back to see how I react. I start to mouth breathe.
"You do remember that we're a gay singing group, right?" His smile puts me at ease. I nod in the affirmative. "I want to get a jump on the others you'll meet on Thursday night...is that okay with you?" Leaning in to kiss him is all the answer he needs. We hold hands and stroll towards one of the nearby houses.
"That's mine. Come in with me?" Okay.
Part 3
The ache in my heart and mind reaches right into my very soul. I am fearful that any man who shows me surface respect will be welcome to have his way with me, as self respect is not my issue, not my burden. Jonah seems like he is different from the other men I've been with. Mostly boys in my own boyhood who just wanted to get off and go. Or a few men, when I became one, who stuck around after their own fulfillment just to insure that their next encounter would be with me, also. I keep hoping that there is one man out of the millions who will want to be with me for more than just the sexual release I can help give him. I like sex. I just wish a guy would see me for more than his toy. I joined this group in the hopes of finding a man to be my life partner. The way this night is going, I may just settle for good sex, and put my hope back into hiding.
"Glass of wine? Sit with me, Ben." Sure. "You have to know that I am attracted to you, right?" Yes, I know that.
"Do you know what attraction means to me?" No. Not yet.
"It means I think we have a chance to get to know each other, and to like each other as much more than just sexual partners." I smile, and tell him that really is music to my ears. So you're not going to coax me to bed; and show me as a trophy on Thursday night? I do like his smile.