Time flies when I look back, but this is a proud moment for me. It was Tommy’s 21st birthday party, and the boys and I [M20] got a proper celebration plan in place. I was still roughened up by finally putting an end to my love affair with Susan, Tommy’s mother, and it fucked me up when I understood that she was back to her old ex – but, as I said, Susan is a closed book. Today is about Tommy, but also about myself and the first time I also got properly laid after Susan.
The time between breaking up with Susan and Tommy’s 21st was spent focusing on getting Tommy, shy and anxious, to a new level of confidence. He joined a local amateur football club after my suggestion, and the time I was around we’d go running together. That last week of June just before his big day was spent hitting the dumbells and crunching some abs, but he was still my Tommy, the same slim dude I met all my life. The afternoon of his 21st we went to get the same buzz cut, and that night, we hit the town (whatever that means to you).