Marie Sexton - Promises

Ringo was still looking at me, waiting for my answer. Why not?

“Okay, kid. Let’s see where you’re at.”

RINGO turned out to be a good student. He had the bad habit of wanting to plug numbers into equations right away instead of working with the variables, but once I broke him of that, he started to make progress. He was also hindered a little by his pride. He often told me that he understood things before he really did, but he never gave up. I had been working with him for a couple of weeks when Matt showed up at the shop.

“Hi Jared!” he said as he came in. “I was hoping to catch you before you left.” I hadn’t seen him since that night at Lizzy’s when he found out I was gay. I hadn’t expected to hear from him again.

Lizzy immediately feigned great interest in a shelf of oil filters. I knew she was listening to every word but trying to look like she wasn’t.

“I still owe you dinner and a beer. How about it?” He glanced around at Lizzy. “You’re welcome to join us, of course.”

“What? Me?” She managed to look flustered and embarrassed about being caught listening. “No. Brian’s waiting for me, and I can’t drink until after the baby’s born. You two will have more fun without me.”

We walked down the street to Mamacita’s, our one and only Mexican restaurant.

“Are you sure you’re okay with this?” I asked him before we went inside.

“Okay with what?”

“This is a small town. People will see you with me, and they’ll make assumptions.”

He frowned a little at that, and I realized it hadn’t occurred to him. But then he shrugged. “It’s just dinner.”

“Okay. Don’t say I didn’t warn you.”

Once we were seated, our waitress, Cherie, came over. “Jared, who’s your friend?” she asked. Cherie and I went to school together from kindergarten all the way through high school graduation. Back then, she was gorgeous—blonde hair, brown eyes, curves in all the right places. She still is, I guess, but life has taken its toll. Some of the shine is gone, but she hasn’t totally lost it. She’s been married and divorced twice, both times to Dan, one of our local lowlifes. The rumors are that Dan liked to beat her up when he had been drinking, which was most of the time. She had even ended up in the hospital once. She at least had been smart enough to divorce him. Twice. And they didn’t have any kids, which I thought was a blessing.

“Cherie, this is Matt. He’s Coda’s newest police officer.” I was thinking about how Matt would undoubtedly be familiar with her ex-husband before too long. He was always getting in trouble for something. “Matt, this is Cherie. She’s…” Trouble? Desperate? Lonely? “An old friend,” I finished lamely.

“So glad to meet you!” She was practically batting her eyelashes at him. Somehow, I knew we were going to get great service while we were there.

He was definitely checking her out as she walked away. “So,” he said, once she was gone, “did you and she date?”

I laughed. “No.”

“Did you ever date any girls at all?”

Oh no. Not this conversation. Why did it always come down to this?

“No. I never seriously dated any girls.”

“So, you’ve never…?” He let the question trail off, but it was obvious what he meant.

“No. Never with a girl.”

“Well, how do you know—?”

I couldn’t stop from rolling my eyes. “I just know. The fact that I’ve never even wanted to is a pretty big clue.”

Cherie showed up with our drinks, beaming at him. He didn’t seem to notice. When she was gone again, he said, “I’m sorry. It’s none of my business.”

“No worries. People often think that if we just try it, maybe we’ll like it. But for me at least, it’s not like that.”

“For some, though?”

“I don’t know. Obviously there are guys who like men but who still manage to get married and have kids. It must be different for them. I can’t really say. I only know that I’ve never wanted to try. Women just don’t appeal to me.”

“Interesting.” He was blushing a little. “What about, you know, the religious implications?”

“Are you asking me if I think it’s a sin?”

“I guess so, yeah.”

“I don’t believe in God, so no. Once you take him out of the equation, it becomes a simple matter of consenting adults.”

I could tell right away that made him uncomfortable.

“So you don’t believe in God at all?” He didn’t sound offended by the idea, just surprised.

“Not really. I just wasn’t raised that way. My dad was an atheist. My mom, well, I guess you could call her a spiritual agnostic with Buddhist inclinations, if you know what I mean.” The look on his face told me that he didn’t. “I guess I figure there may be something out there that’s godlike. Something we can’t even begin to comprehend. But I can’t imagine that he, or it, cares much who’s in my bed.” He didn’t seem to disagree so much as to just be completely baffled. “I take it you’re Christian?”

“I guess so. I don’t know. I’m not a Bible thumper or anything, but I guess I’ve always believed that it must be true. My family’s Baptist. Didn’t go to church that often but always said grace before dinner. That kind of thing. I just never really thought about it much. How can so many people believe it if it’s wrong?”

“The number of people who believe a thing has no bearing upon its truth.”

He was still thinking about that when Cherie brought our food. “Need anything else, honey?” She didn’t even look at me. He ordered two more beers.

I figured turnabout was fair play. “So how about you? You never felt attracted to another guy?”

His cheeks turned bright red, and the result was beautiful. “No, absolutely not.” But it sounded like a lie to me. It was a little too quick and too harshly stated. In my experience, men who are truly straight don’t have to defend themselves so obstinately.

“It’s okay, you know? It’s okay to admit that you’re sometimes attracted to men. It doesn’t mean that you’re any less of one.”

“No!” Not angry but a little annoyed.

“Okay. Did you play any sports in high school?” That might have sounded like I was letting him off the hook, but I wasn’t through yet.

“I wrestled.”

Perfect! Of course, now I was trying to picture him in one of those tight little leotard things that wrestlers wear.

“And when you were wrestling, rolling around on the floor with another guy, you never started to get turned on?”

“That’s not the same.”

That surprised me, actually. I had been expecting denial. “It isn’t?”

“No. Everybody had that happen from time to time. It didn’t mean anything. We’re all wearing cups, so it’s not like the other guy knows. I just, you know, thought about baseball or something until the problem resolved itself.” He was recovering a little now, getting back to his usual bantering tone.

“Did thinking about baseball players make it go away?” I was grinning then, and I’m sure he knew I was teasing.

“Maybe not, but thinking about having the rest of the team kick my ass generally did the trick.”

“Yes, I suppose it would.”

We finished dinner and headed back to the shop. Despite the awkward topic over dinner, we lapsed easily back into comfortable conversation.

“So why did you become a cop?”

“Seemed like the thing to do. Do my duty. Protect and serve. God and country. All that happy horse shit.”

“God and country? Are you a Marine or something?”

He frowned again. I was really wishing he would smile more. I was betting that his smile would be amazing. “No. My dad was, though. I was supposed to be. I don’t think he’s ever forgiven me for not enlisting. I joined the ROTC, but that wasn’t really enough for him. Everyone else—my dad, my uncle, my grandpa—they were all military. I don’t think they could ever understand why I didn’t want that life. As far as he’s concerned, it was my duty, and I failed.”

Boy, did that explain a lot! He was looking embarrassed now, and I had the distinct impression he hadn’t really meant to tell me all that. I wasn’t surprised when he suddenly changed the subject.

“You ever gone geo-caching?” he asked.

“Nope. I’ve heard about it, but I don’t have a GPS.”

“I thought I would give it a shot next weekend. Want to join me?”

“Sure.” I was trying to tell myself that this was not a date. Just buddies. And it would be nice to have a buddy, to be honest. Lizzy and Brian were great, but I was still lonely a lot. The idea of having a friend to hang out with was nice. I figured I better take advantage of it before one of the eligible women in town started monopolizing his free time. “That sounds like fun.”

“Great! I’ll pick you up at ten on Saturday.” I was sure Lizzy wouldn’t mind if I took the day off.

I gave him directions to my house and spent the rest of the week counting down the hours, cursing myself for a fool the entire time.

HE ARRIVED at my place at nine fifteen on Saturday. I wasn’t expecting him so early. I hadn’t shaved and was only wearing boxers. He raised an eyebrow at me.

“Late night?” he asked jokingly.

“No, not at all. I’m just a bum, and you’re early. Come on in.”

“I didn’t interrupt anything, did I?” he asked, glancing toward the bedroom.

I laughed. “God, I wish. The only option for me in this town is Mr. Stevens, the high school band teacher. And he’s thirty years older than me. I’ve never been quite that desperate.”

“Glad to hear that.” He was headed for the kitchen. “Got any coffee or anything?”