Me and my partner are in bed. It’s the first night we met. We hit it off instantly because we felt like we didn’t belong in the bar we were in; didn’t belong to cliques, didn’t partake in the stereotypical things that “being gay” sometimes forces you to do to meet people. When I got to his house, I saw he had a nice Kenwood stereo system, big speakers and a five-cd changer. We hadn’t talked much about music, other than the fact that I studied classical music, but when he fired it up for the first time and Out Of The Blue came on, I thought it was a good sign.
Anyway, there we are in bed, sinking into that awesome after-sex sleepiness. I hear the whir and the click of the cd changer engage; what would the Random Music Gods pick for this moment? “Believe”, by Cher.
I didn’t leave. Almost 14 years now. Love is weird.
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