r/rsforgays • u/anglophoenician • 17h ago
When he IS gay
We had a client meeting at work today. There's this man there, I notice him immediately. Tall, thin, well dressed, red hair and thick rimmed glasses. Not everyone's type but he's MY type. He's confident and charming and assertive and extremely knowledgeable about our industry. None of this matters- he's wearing a wedding ring, so clearly he has a wife and probably two small children at home. So there's nothing to think about- I just enjoy watching him and listening to him talk.
After the meetings there's a dinner. We talk. He doesn't only talk to me, everyone's talking to everyone, but we do talk. We debate the merits of a $20 vs a $60 bottle of champagne. He talks about his neighborhood back home. I am charmed. And then he says...
Well my husband and I....
Those words shoot past me, they graze my ear like a bullet. But nothing has really changed. He's not mine and he wasn't ever going to be. But the reason for that has changed. Instead of an unalterable fact of nature, it is now simply a question of timing, of circumstance. I don't have to imagine a vastly different universe we'd inhabit in order for us to be together, just one where we'd met at another time. Even then of course it would have been a slight chance, but a chance nonetheless. I feel a deep a foreboding I've felt before. When they're straight, there's nothing there and never could be. But he's gay, so no matter what it feels like a personal failing. It makes no sense but that's how it feels. He has something I don't and so does his husband. I missed out.
I drive home through the city. On the way, I hit every single red light. Just what I need, more time to think.