Something Like Stories - Volume One (Something Like..., #7)

by Jay Bell

Eric Conroy (note: This is another profile Tim insisted on writing.) Born: April 22nd, 1944 Height: 5’6” but he sure seemed taller when feeling happy. Build: Thin, although once you saw him hauling around pans and stuff, you’d notice he had some muscle on him. Just not much. Not compared to me, at least. Other physical traits: I loved his eyes. They were always so intent, like you could tell he was really listening to you. Or just paying attention to how you were, even during those silent times we spent together. He had a way of making you feel special. His hair was charcoal grey, and this one time he talked about dyeing it, but I wouldn’t let him because it looked so dignified. I hope I’m even half that handsome when I reach his age. Hobbies and interests: He loved art. Not like people who get snotty about what’s good and what isn’t. Eric knew his stuff, but he was open-minded. Likewise when it came to cooking and his appreciation of delicacies. That never stopped him from hogging out on pizza or a bowl of Lucky Charms. Noteworthy relatives: He had a father (Mac), and a mother (Gina), and a sister, but I don’t remember her name. They weren’t real close. Motto/Quote: I can’t choose. He told me so many things that stuck with me, like how we never stop coming out, or how love never truly fades. Bio: Eric was a native Texan who had some pretty awesome parents, because they accepted him in an era when being gay wasn’t smiled upon. I thought I had it rough when I was growing up...