Mom hasn't called today -- thank God. A relief, actually to be away from the family this year. So much better to be home with my guy...we eat dinner in silence. Calm, comforting silence. Jazz playing, Christmas tree glowing...what a great, dull evening!
Even doing the dishes is more fun now that Drew's moved in. We stack the washer and tickle each other -- hmmmm, I'm a little horny.
"Eric, would you mind seeing a friend of mine? He's a dancer and he's done some serious damage."
"Sure, honey. Tell him to call me. If I canāt help him, Iāll send him to Jon Michael." God, I can't stop eating this damn tart. "Drew, this tart is addictive. So, how'd you meet a dancer? At work?"
"Actually, he's a friend of a friend. His name's Mike. Heās new in town and doesnāt have a doc. sounds like a really great guy. Hand me the wine glasses."
"Here. A friend of a friend...who's the friend, Drew?"
"Greg."
"Greg."
"Yeah, Mike's a friend of his and Greg asked..."
"Oh, so Greg wants me to see this guy."
"Kind of."
"Drew, have you ever met this guy?"
"Because you'd have said no."
"You're damn right! I'm too damn busy to be seeing stupid friends of that dork's. And thanks a lot for lying, Andrew."
"I didn't lie, Eric. So, you won't see him?"
"......I'll see him. But come on, Drew. Next time just ask. Okay?"
"Promise. Dr. Lewis."
Never one to let sleeping dogs lie -- it's hours later, but I can't stop being pissed at Greg...I keep asking questions, "Is he cute?"
"Eric!"
