Just What I Ordered

By Comicality

As Gary reaches his 30's, and the pressure to start a family has begun to invade his personal life, he attempts to find a comfortable way to deny his true desires and put the growing rumors about his sexuality to rest. But when a cute young waiter serves him with more than just a smile, he wonders if taking a chance on what he really wants in life will be worth it.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Comicality
• Release date: May 16, 2012
• ISBN: 9781476245072

Comicality

After over two decades of practice, I've truly become addicted to the writing process itself. Both as entertainment for others, and as a personal therapy for myself. Character is a huge focus of mine, as they are the most important part of any story, in my opinion. I want readers to care about the characters they read about, and create a bond with them that lasts long after the story is over. That's everything to me.The gay stories I write cover a variety of themes, but are mostly about that very 'first' overpowering experience of love, and the awkward, yet exciting, feelings that come with it. It's more than just nostalgia. I want it to be a raw and realistic return to what it was like to truly discover what we all want most in life. The love and acceptance of someone we find truly special. I want people to become a part of story. And enjoy the ride. Pitfalls, frustrations, and all. That's what it's all about, right?I certainly hope you enjoy reading these stories as much as I enjoyed writing them, and be sure to look for some of my other works at http://www.imagine-magazine.org/store/comicality/ if you want to see more. You will always get a full emotional and heartfelt effort from me, each and every single time. I can promise you that. And there is always more to come. Have fun!I think I'll just let the writing speak for itself from here on out.Feel free to write me anytime at [e-mail] and let me know what you think.

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Just What I Ordered

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Just What I Ordered

The date was set, the plans had been made, and I was going to do all that I could to enjoy myself tonight. I was approaching my 35th birthday fast, and you know how the 'whispers' begin when you're 34 years old, unmarried, not dating, and don't have any kids to call your own. I guess that minding your own business is just TOO damn hard for some people to manage. But, you know...whatever. I guess I couldn't hold on to the silent attraction for other men forever. I was going to have to abandon it eventually, right? I was just going to have to give it up and find a socially suitable mate that would make the rest of the 'world' happy. If I don't do it...it's a nail in my social coffin. A total exposure of everything I am to a group of unsuspecting elite tourists who are expecting me to be one thing when I'm really another. Long story. But not having a recent history with any particular lady is a definite 'no no' in my family's eyes. It's like a big glittering Vegas marquee with the words 'I'm Totally GAY' sprawled across it, surrounded by digitized dancing men in sailor uniforms and thong underwear, singing show tunes while their families look on in shame. Oh, how I wish I could get away from that image. It just doesn't do me any good at all.

I knew way back in high school that the day would come when I'd be forced to speak out loud. The day when I would have to stop making excuses and just...sighhhh...dive into the real world, I suppose. A world full of white picket fences, kids who bear your last name, and proud grandparents who are just waiting for me to deliver on the sperm donor part of my existence. That pressured obligation to perform and continue on with the family name.

That's me, Gary the seed factory.

Yeah...it sucks...but you kind of agree to God's master plan just by waking up every morning. So I'm kinda stuck with it. Stuck with a legacy that doesn't really fit me at all, but it's mine regardless. What else can I do but grin and bear it? Right?

I've been approached by many ladies in my life over the years, and have basically blushed and giggled my way into being sought after by girls looking for an eligible bachelor like me to stick his sexual finger in their biological clock to stop it from ticking beyond doomsday. I've purposely invaded the friend zone with them just to avoid the obvious attempts to turn our relationship into something more serious. I guess that I'm just kind of used to evading the issue at this point. But the running couldn't last forever. I'm far from being ugly, and I actually like the attention I get from women, even if it comes from them MUCH more often than from my chosen focus of attraction. Yeah...I like guys, college boys mostly. Something about them appeals to my higher self. I wanted to hump the leg of every hottie I saw in college...then...I got older, and my tastes didn't. Go figure. But so what, right? I'm trying my best to fix it, just give me a chance. It'll work. I just KNOW it will. I'll get myself a girlfriend, and I'll prove to my family that I'm normal, and I'll finally get a chance to live that happy American dream that everybody is trying to achieve, and be fine. How hard could it be to find a girl to love? I mean, my sexual preference is a small price to pay for the continuation of the human race and my family name. I sometimes think that it would be selfish of me to do anything different.

The thing is....the girl in front of me, Monica...she doesn't seem to be the one. I can tell already. Just a couple of weeks around her and I'd probably want to fake my own death to get away from her. Not that she was awful or anything. She just seemed like the type of girl that would stop being interesting after the first three days that you knew her. And that leaves a lifetime of misery ahead of me, where the most interesting part of my day would be trying to think up clever was to kill her without getting caught. That's just...not a good thing, I'm thinking.

It was a date set up by a friend of mine. We had been working together, and he told me that she thought I was really cute. He figured it would be a great idea to get