A month later
I was putting on my blazer to go to a client meeting when my boyfriend came into the bedroom from the bathroom. He had this habit of walking around the house in his boxers, which I found endearing at first, but home cooking, a stable relationship, and an almost-understandable lack of exercise meant...I stopped that line of thinking and kissed him, then wished him a good day at work, telling him I'd be home a little later, as I was going to that author talk later in the day. I was secretly hoping he'd change his mind and decide to come with me, but he again showed no interest and told me to have a good time.
On the ride to the office I chastised myself for my attitude towards my boyfriend, reminding myself of how amazing he is and how fortunate I am. No, he doesn't exercise much lately or and he's more focused on some recent games he's purchased, but it's not like I'm into Red Dead Redemption or whatever it is, so that works both ways.
And yes, the sex hasn't been so good lately, but that's likely on me, I thought. It must be that I'm getting older or I'm thinking too much about work.
The work day progressed uneventfully and I headed off to a new bookstore that had opened near to my office. One of my favorite authors was speaking there, specifically to discuss his latest novel, a beautifully written story about two men, one older, one younger, and the way they met and their relationship grew.
The book had been something of a scandal, between the age difference and the sex scenes, but that had not stopped it from becoming a bestseller and the author becoming long-listed for many writing awards.
