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Step six in Brad’s Guide to Finding Himself and Falling in Love: Wade fearlessly into the unknown.
“I know we haven’t known each other for long,” I rush on. “But you’re one of my closest friends. You’re my people now. My Joey Kangaroo. So just…you better get used to me being around, man, because I’ve already claimed you. And I’m not that easy to shake.”
“You’re good. And kind. And so fucking sexy it kills me sometimes.” “Joey.” “I want you all the time,”
“All the time. And I’ll never take more than you want to give me. But I’d take everything if you let me.”
“Take what you need. I trust you, Joey.”
I don’t know how to tell him he’s ruined me. That I’d take a lifetime of holding him in my arms
It’s not logical. To know that so soon. To be so utterly sure of it. But love, well… I don’t think it’s an emotion that’s ever been ruled by logic or reason.
“See? That. That’s what I’m talking about. All you have to do is say a few words, and I’m gone. How do you do that? How do you make me want you so much?”
“I’m a little bit obsessed, to be honest. It’s embarrassing.
Right now, I have an inquisitive, kind-hearted man in my arms, and I have every intention of showing him that obsession he mentioned? It goes both ways.
I don’t tell Joey that includes the whole oops, I kinda want to shack up with my gym-bro in a till death do us part sorta way realization.
Now c’mon, Joey-roo. I need you to bench me into the air and call me Baby.” Joey blinks at me for several seconds before saying, voice questioning, “Dirty—” “Dirty Dancing, dude! Yes!”
I decide, despite the limitations of my body, I’m going to try very hard to have Joey’s babies.
Step seven in Brad’s Guide to Finding Himself and—fuck—Falling in Love: Learn a new self-truth. I’m bi.
I wish… That I never have to give this up.
Gold wedding bands or silver? Ah, well. I guess I have time to figure it out.
Step eight in Brad’s Guide to Finding Himself and Falling in Love: Never give up on your dreams.
“I don’t want you with anyone else, Joey. And I don’t want to be with anyone else, either. I’m sorry I fucked this up, but I was trying to tell you thirty days isn’t nearly enough time for me. Not when it comes to you. I’d like to share all your days if that’s something you’d like, too. I can’t promise to always get things right. I mean, case in point right here. But I can promise I’ll always do my best. Because you’re worth it. You’re my baby kangaroo-roo. And, if you’ll let me, I’ll be your boomer.”
“I fucking love you,” I tell him. Brad beams. “I love you, too, man! Does this mean we’re gonna be dude-bros for life? Two halves of the same man-sammie? You can be my bro-nilla milkshake, and I’ll be your—”
Step nine in Brad’s Guide to Finding Himself and Falling in Love: Follow your heart.
“Step ten,” I nearly whisper, the mic still picking up the sound. “Put a ring on it.”
“You all know this story. How Joey and I picked out rings at the same time, unbeknownst to each other. How we got the call that they were ready…again, at the same time. How we showed up at the jewelry store, a mere minute separating our arrival. And how, as soon as we realized what was happening, it was a mad dash to drop to our knees right there in front of the display cases.”
