“Yes, I’m guessing that you know what she meant?” I nodded. “What to fill me in?” John was pretty much my only friend, beside Rhonda and Mac, left in town. He’d been truer to me then I could have ever asked for, and by that fact alone was never able to lie to him, or ignore a direct question.
“She wants me to have sex or something, and she thinks he’d be more then happy to oblige.” I said and dropped the change on top of the paper.
“I see,” he said and smiled at me. “And you don’t think so?” I shook my head.
“Come on John, you know just as well as I do there isn’t a single gay man in this town, so what makes you think one would move in?” John was one of the towns’ biggest gossips, he knew everyone’s business. I think I was the only one he didn’t spread things about.
“Are you sure?” he asked, making me raise an eyebrow. He knew something, but I wasn’t going to ask. Asking would mean I was interested, and I hadn’t even met the guy, yet. Plus I kind of like asking people out myself, I’d heard enough blind date horror stories to last me a while.
“Oh, shut up dick,” I said and slipped the paper off the counter, leaving the change, and went out to my truck.
I drove down Timberwork, toward the Timmy house. I don’t know what was compelling me to do so, but I did it anyway, with little thought. The house was at the very end of the colt-a-sack, a good three hundred feet from the other houses. I stopped in the middle of the street a ways away, staring, asking myself then why I was doing it.
“Don’t be stupid, you don’t have a thing to offer him,” I said, and turned my truck around, driving back and on to the bar.