That's what Mike said.
I stood in the shower, thinking about what would happen tonight. It would be like something out of the movies.
The music plays softly in the background. The two of us are sitting on the floor, in front of a fire, sipping wine.
I check my watch.
"It's time for the game to start," I say. "Let me turn on the tv."
I reach for the remote. His hand stops mine.
"The game's already started," Mike says, leaning close to me. "The only thing you're turning on is me."
We kiss as the music swells.
"Ouch!"
I got soap in my eye.
"Son of a bitch!"
I stuck my face under the faucet and opened my eyes.
I finished my shower and dried myself off. I looked in the mirror and checked out my reflection.
"I've got something for you," Mike says after we've made love wildly.
I kiss his shoulder.
"What love?"
"My heart."
We kiss and he rolls on top of me.
The music swells again.
I picked up the Chinese food at Wong's, another six pack at the liquor store and drove like a bat out of hell to Mike's.
I got there and ran up the steps to the front door.
There was no answer the five times I rang the doorbell. I let myself in.
Mike was standing up by the couch.
I asked him. "How about that massage?"
We walk along the white sand beach.
The sun is setting, the sky afire with colors.
Mike and I are older, yet, we still hold hands like high-schoolers.
Mike stops and gives me a small box.
"A little something," he says. "To say thanks for making me see the light, thanks for showing me that the two of us belonged together and thanks for being you."
I open the box. It's a diamond ring with an inscription on it.
"I love you, Gregory... Mike."
The music comes up once more.
We watched the game and drank all the beer.
It was time for me to make my move.
I grabbed and kissed him.
Mike punched me in the face.
Cut to BLACK. 
