Date: Mon, 7 Dec 2015 19:07:00 -0500
From: Andrew Phillips <andrewphil69@gmail.com>
Subject: He and I (Part 21)

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He and I

Part 21 – TGIF


Andy:


Finally Friday.  What a week!  When I got to work Tommy was already there,
looking sleepy.  I raised my eyebrows, inquiringly.  He just said,
enigmatically, "Didn't get much sleep."  We were assigned to two different
jobs so we agreed to meet after work at Gino's for a late lunch.


When I got there Tommy had already gotten a table.  I sat down and
immediately said, "How'd it go?"


"I think it went great," he answered.


"You think?"


"Well, we met at the Martens' field.  Tim has great seats, right behind
home, about 10 rows up.  He has a pair of season tickets, y'know.  The
people around us seemed to know him.  The game was a lively one with lots
of hits and runs, the Martens won by a score of 10 to 8, but the lead kept
changing.  Tim told me about each player.  And that hot second baseman he
had talked about came over and said `Hi' to him."  Tommy was clearly
impressed with that.


"So you liked the game, what about Tim?"


"You mean did he like the game, or did I hit it off with Tim?"


"You know what I meant.  How did it go?" I asked with the emphasis on the
last word, "Did you get to first base?"


"Well we got along real well.  Every time the Martens had a hit or scored a
run he'd high-five me and a few times gave me a hug.  After the game we
went back to his place and had a couple of beers.  Then we reviewed the
game, hit for hit and tuned in to the late news for their take on the
Martens' well-fought victory.  After that we had another beer and watched a
late movie on TMC, sitting on the couch side by side.  It was a hot night
and he doesn't have AC, so we stripped off our shirts.  Tim drifted off and
his head slumped onto my chest.  I kept real still since I liked him
there.  After a few minutes he started awake and jumped away from me, like
I was burning hot or something.  I told him, `Don't worry about it.'  He
just looked sort of shocked, I'm not sure why."


"So how do you feel about him, Tommy?" I persisted.


"I really like him and I think he likes me.  He asked me to go to the next
game on Saturday afternoon."


"So we have a budding romance?"


"More like a bromance so far, but I guess time will tell," his face showing
a mixture of hopefulness and doubt.


I could tell that he had fallen head over heels for Tim and he clearly felt
comfortable talking about it to me.  And I was a willing confidant.  We all
live somewhat vicariously, enjoying the adventures/experiences of others.
I wasn't jealous of a budding romance since I already had one in full
bloom, though secret.  I would do whatever I could to help Tommy reach his
goal, and enjoyed hearing all about it, and I told him so.


Meanwhile I had my own fish to fry.  Jim had left a voice message: "Hi,
Andy.  Want to, er, jog again?"  But he clearly didn't mean `jog.'  I could
tell by the long pause before he said that word.  So now we had another
euphemism that I would have to navigate around.  It's not like I didn't
enjoy our last `jog' together, but come on!  I realize he didn't want to
say, "Want to fuck again?" since he didn't know who would be listening to
the voice mail.  Anyway, to dispel any doubt of his meaning that might have
remained in my mind he added, "And Eric told me he really enjoyed meeting
you yesterday."  I was living at home and he was right to use the vague
reference to an `Eric.'  I guess the ball or rather the balls were now in
my court.  How could I keep him a happy member of the relay team and
maintain my, well, dignity?  I decided not to give him a call back, at
least not yet.  In any case I would see him at practice later in the day.



Sean:


I was getting tired.  Tired from too much passion; for Andy and for my
scholarly interests.  I estimated I was getting only about 5 hours of
restful sleep a night, what with my mind on Andy as well as the Founding
Fathers.  Not to mention my obligations to my family, and to the team and
its upcoming first meet a week from Sunday in Springfield.  So this weekend
I had to concentrate on everything except Andy.


Next: Part 22 -- A Day Off