Polysomething

Chapter Four

"Yes, I do. You're listening to me bitch, so I pay for the drinks. Therapy isn't free, you know."

Aaron laughed. "Um, okay. Well, thank you very much."

"Of course." As Wilson paid for the drinks, Aaron turned to look around taking a sip of his soda. Suddenly he stopped, seeing one of the lean go-go boys twerking on the bar, his bare ass gyrating over a crate of glasses that looked like the one in Aaron's hand. Awesome, Aaron thought, his face twisted in disgust. I finally got the chlamydia. He immediately placed the drink on the bar.

"So of course he got angry," Wilson said, turning to Aaron, "and said that whenever we have sex we have to do it my way." He let out a frustrated huff. "Well then I got angry and said that if it wasn't for me we would never have sex because I'm always the one to initiate it."

He sighed. "So we got into this huge fight about sex and then finally he got really mad and said, 'Why don't you go fuck your other boyfriend?' and I was like 'Fuck you! When did you ever have a problem with me having another boyfriend?' Which I thought was a fair question because he never said anything about it before."

Aaron nodded, making a quick sound of sympathy. Well, he thought at the same time. That answers that.

Wilson took a sip of his drink then went on: "So we got into this whole other thing and blah, blah, blah; you know how it goes. We fought for a couple hours then eventually we made up and had some nasty make-up sex." His face lit up, giving a big, rambunctious laugh.

"Oh," Aaron said, pretending to laugh along, "well...that's good."

"Yeah," Wilson said with another sigh, "I feel like I had to coerce him into it, though." He shrugged. "Oh, well." He gave another quick laugh then took a second sip of his vodka and cranberry. "So that's enough about me and my problems. Tell me a little bit about yourself, Aaron."

Aaron's face twitched, caught by surprise (He wasn't prepared to answer any questions.) "Oh, um...." He thought about it for a moment then gave a nervous laugh looking down. A million responses had popped into his head, but he couldn't decide on one of them. He was almost afraid to choose, imagining that whatever he said Wilson would think he was too nerdy or not cool enough for him. God damn it, he thought as he felt Wilson's eyes--and nipples--pointed at him. Say something—

"Aaron?"

Aaron looked up with a naïve expression. "Yeah?"

"Did you hear what I said?"

Aaron gave another nervous laugh. "Oh, yeah, sorry. I was trying to think, but I-I can't really concentrate with this music."

"Oh, I know. I just want to jump onto the bar and start dancing, but I need to finish my drink first." He paused, taking a drink of his vodka. "So what do you do for a living?"

Aaron immediately smiled (He enjoyed the easy questions.) "I'm a teacher of the visually impaired."

Wilson's eyes widened in excitement. "Oh my God, really?"

"Yup."

"Oh, wow, that's so amazing. What subjects do you teach?"

Also easy. "I teach sixth grade math and social studies. And creative writing to a group of high schoolers."

Wilson looked at Aaron with a wide-eyed stare then scoffed in envy. "Well, fuck, I feel so useless now." He gave a second loud laugh. "I'm just a receptionist at a real estate office."