Page 14 of Gym Bros
“Sure,” I say. “When I was fifteen, I hooked up with a guy who was eighteen.”
“Doesn’t count,” Rachel says. “She means once you were actually legal.”
Priya nods.
“I’m pickier now,” I tell them.
“So, what’s the closest to your age?”
I hazard a guess. “Thirty? It’s not like I check IDs.”
“Older guys are so creepy, though,” Rachel says with a wrinkled nose.
“Creepy how?” Because I can’t think of a single one that’s been anything less than hot.
“They’re almost always married.”
“Not when they’re gay, they’re not,” I say.
“Marcus is married.”
“Isaac wasn’t.”
“You’re deliberately avoiding my point.”
I am. The fact that I occasionally fuck married men isn’t something I like to advertise. And it’s not always something I’m told upfront either—not that I ask many questions once I’m turned on. It’s one of those things guys always say when they’re leaving after sex. “Sorry, I have a wife-slash-husband. I shouldn’t have done this. You were just—so beautiful…”
Why, then, do I always feel so horrifically ugly? I wonder.
“And Isaac was terrifying,” Rachel goes on. “You always had this look on your face like please save me, I’m being kidnapped.”
“I did not,” I say, laughing. “He was just intense.”
“I didn’t like the way he looked at you,” Priya interjects.
“Yeah, me neither,” I admit. He looked at me like I confused him. I didn’t appreciate it either. To be fair, he treated me fine, and I think he was more annoyed with himself for being interested in me, but it was fleeting at any rate, which was too bad. On paper, he was the perfect man. Husband material.
“I appreciate how protective you are. Both of you. But along the same lines, I don’t think a twenty-year old MMA fighter is a wise investment of either of your time.”
“Maybe he’s mature for his age.”
Rachel says, “I haven’t had sex with a twenty-year old in a hot second. I think the last time I had internal bruising.”
“Oh my god,” I say, throwing my napkin on the table and leaning away.
She looks at Priya. “He was like a jackhammer.”
“Are you talking about that paramedic?” Pri asks.
“Yeah.”
“I remember that.”
“You didn’t sleep with him, too, did you?” Rachel asks her.
“Oh my god, no! I just remember you walking funny for a few days. That was in Playa right?”
“Yes!”
