I tell Manny I only want to have sex with him. It's true. Just not the rest; I don't want the house, I don't want the picket fence. I've got my own. I tell him I can be monogamous, on a sexual basis, just because I can. He smiles. He snorts through his nose in that adorable way. I don't promise to be spiritually monogamous or emotionally monogamous. No, I don't promise him that. I smile. If either of us fall in love, we're out of there. We both know that. Even if neither of us are looking. He shrugs.
It's been four years.
Sure, we've both had sex with other guys. But not much. Only when the other one of us wasn't available. I mean, that's the monogamy I'm talking about. No one encroaches on the other's time. If we're together, we only have eyes for each other. Just naturally.
Manny had a boyfriend for a year, in there some where. He looked like a porn star. He eventually gave Manny scabies and Manny dumped him.
We used to tease each other about cheating on Manny's boyfriend, together. But we didn't. That was my rule, Manny went along. I didn't want that shit.
If you want to go and have some psycho drama by cheating on your boyfriend, breaking his heart. I tell him, I don't want to play that shit.
I love whispering in his ear, kind of close. His face flushes red. His black hair brushes against my face.
Gym every day. That's all he does. Some times, I've just got to sit back and concentrate on that.
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