He was white, middle-aged, nothing terribly exciting. But he was very friendly and we talked the entire time about what he does (works for a company that manufactures cable) and what he was doing down here (a conference) and that segued into where we’d visited and where we’d LIKE to visit and I mentioned I wanted to move to Canada, so we talked about that—it was a good 20 minute drive.
And then we got downtown and he was like “damn, where’s this traffic coming from” and I told him it was the football season opener but not to ask me anything else because all I could tell him was football had a pointy ball.
Me: “Ask me about HOCKEY and I can tell you some stuff.”
Him: “I USED TO PLAY HOCKEY!”
So then he said he wasn’t exactly agile enough to do it anymore and I said yeah, that’s why I write about it instead and I’d just written a hockey romance.
Him: “Wait, what, you’re published? Where can I find your books??”
Me: “Well, that depends, are you okay reading gay romance?”
Him: “You mean male/male?”
Me: “Yes.”
Him: “Well… I’m married.”
Me: *braced for him to have some kind of bullshit excuse about it makes him less of a man or his wife doesn’t like it*
Him: “And my husband’s name is David.”
No lie, we looked at each other like:
So then I gave him my card and he promised to look me up on FB after he’d read my stuff and told me I was “the actual best” and he was giving his husband my books and tipped me 50% the end
This whole thing started out with ‘white middle-aged male’, and ngl, I braced myself for the bad, but instead this adorable thing happened, and thank you OP. Good way to start a Monday.
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