I'm going to have to get the main point of this very quickly because the backstory gets in the way of an ohmygod.
So remember I told you about Gareth?
To recap, he's a cocky 21-year-old who I had interactions with after we met at the gym. At the time I thought he lived with his wealthy parents who were away because we went back to his place in Marble Arch.
Well. That story's moved on a bit. A few weeks ago I saw him at the gym and we had that uncomfortable "we're strangers but we've shagged" chats. Anyway, it turns out that the house we went back was not his parents but his partners'!
Of course I laugh and joke that I wouldn't have gone back with him had I known. This is an attempt to show that I am a decent and moral bloke, even though, if he were to ask me again, I would happily have further interactions.
At the end of our conversation he says that sometimes him and his partner work out together so if I see him again with his other half, could I maybe be a little discreet. Interpret this as "when I'm with my boyfriend don't even fucking pretend to pretend that you know me cause nothing ever happened."
I'm fine with that. (Unless the boyfriend is double-hotness, then I'll just be a vicious bitter queen.)
Cut to tonight and there I am in the change-rooms, wrapped in a towel.
And lo! It's Gareth and the boyf, but I am shocked!
So Gareth notices me and looks the other way and I'm getting undressed to go and shower while he is getting dressed with his other half.
His other half is quicker than he is and is ready first. He tells Gareth "I'll see you outside in a bit."
The other half heads off and Gareth looks up at me, smiles and says "cheers, mate..."
I have to ask because I just have to. I have to!
"Mate, is that your partner?"
"Yeah, man...", he says knowing exactly what I'm about to ask. Which I do...
"Can I just ask - and you don't have to tell me and I know you're going to think I'm rude and I know I'm out of line but can I ask what the.. um..."
Gareth laughs; "haha, don't be silly, mate - he's 39 years older than me."
I just went "oh right. Okay haha yeah... well, have a great evening. And maybe see you around or something what maybe okay" and with that he smiles and we part.
Gareth's partner was slightly hunched, had wispy silver hair, thin legs and knobly knees. Maths means he must be around 60 years old. Gareth is 21. But make no mistake - Gareth is a fittie. He is cocky, young with a sixpack and a great butt.
I haven't used this word ever on my blog ever but I am flabbergasted. What do you say to that!?
Who are we to judge? Who are we to cast Nasturtiums? But 39 fucking years older!?
Either he was lying and that was his dad. But dads and sons don't share gym tog-bags and even then, dads and sons are usually at the gym together at 9pm at night. And they didn't look alike.
And his "boyfriend" wasn't even hot - he was an old-looking 60 year old. Maybe's he a rent? But why would you ever pay £100 to take your rent boy to gym?!
D'ya know. Maybe they are in a loving relationship and Gareth is allowed to shag around because he has urges that young gay boys have. Still though, a 39-year age difference!
Flabbergasted. Like literally, jaw hang open on floor etc.