I'm telephoning TC talking about Cologne PRIDE which purportedly ranks close to Sydney in size. I'm chattering along about how some of the guys here are getting quite cute. CLICK. Damn – little f*cker hung up on me.
Tiger Cub gets terribly jealous of me sniffing about (as I do). But it's the game I play with him. Unfortunately, the game we're playing together is far more serious. TC is in love. He can't say the words out loud. In fact, he struggles just saying "I miss you", which he utters so softly during our conversations. But his actions are quite telling.
He wants to come to Germany in July. He wants to figure out what kind of relationship we really have. He's not interested in traveling anywhere, Cologne is just fine. He just wants us to be together. He tells me he'd hoped his affection would die down upon his return to his hometown of Toronto. But it hasn't. He's miserable. I am too.
I laid it on the table. I'm not playing around with him for some short term fun. This is a long term deal or it's no deal. I told him I must be in love with him, because 90% of the time I just want to kill him, it's the darn other 10% that has me hooked.
He's struggling what to tell his family and working on some story. I suggested the truth as a good start. Tell your father, "You're running away with a 47 year old married man to live in Germany". I can just hear his father's body hitting the floor in cardiac arrest. It hard for him even to tell his best girlfriends our story.
We're both struggling with the age gap and sheer geographic that needs to be overcome. A bystander would easily conclude this is just crazy. But good long term relationships are rare and even more so in the nutzy gay world. I told TC, if he is the love of my life, I'll be damed if we shouldn't make a valiant effort to try and be together. He agreed. My puppy loves me. I know, you're going to have to go throw up now.