Tales of a gay man
While I enjoyed living alone and being able to do whatever I wanted whenever I wanted, I did miss sharing a meal and the day-to-day interactions of living with someone.
"Mind if I grab a shower, I don't want to get your furniture all dirty." He asked. I'd noticed the bit of motor oil on his arms and the dirt on his face and in his hair but hadn't said anything. He must have just come from work last night.
"Sure let me show you where it is," I said.
"These houses are all the same, if it's like our place I know where to go," he said getting up and pulling off his shirt as he climbed the stairs.