Alistair McClair, Seattle's #1 most eligible bachelor, has had a string of horrible breakups. 99 ex-girlfriends to be exact. And now was his time for a new match. But an issue arises in the matchmaking process, linking him up with a man. Alistair se...
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Alistair McClair
I put off showing Calvin my past for two weeks. Partly because I was busy, but I also needed to get the courage to even do so. I'll be showing my boyfriend what my past is and why I hide it.
On a Saturday morning, I picked up Calvin from his apartment complex and began to drive us to the southern part of Seattle, which is one of the poorest parts of our city.
I could see Calvin looking out the car window in a questioning look.
"Are we going the right way?" He asked.
"Yes." I replied. He looked at the street, at all the rundown apartments and stores on the verge of closing.
After we arrived at our destination, I drove up to a walled off area. The signs on the outside had my company's logo, as it was an area under construction. I parked on a nearby street and turned off the car.
"Here's our first stop." I said, getting out of the car. Calvin followed close behind, as I led us past the construction signs and into the apartment complex.
"Where are we?" Calvin asked from behind. I walked up to one of the doors and stood next to it, looking at Calvin.
"My home." I replied, signaling to the black metal door against a wall of light blue paint that was slowly chipping away due to poor maintenance. This was one of several apartments in the complex. There must have been 15 others, all crammed in this small block.
I opened the door and stepped inside. Calvin was a bit hesitant, but trusted me. He entered and began to look around the apartment.
"It was different a few years back. But for the most part, it's the same." I said. Calvin walked around the apartment, surveying the dingy walls and popcorn ceiling.
The most light that was here was from the window near the front door and the overhead light.
"This is where I used to do my homework!" I pointed to a table near the window. "I used to sit here and do my work while my mom cooked. Then my dad would come home and he and my mom would talk until it was my mom's turn to go to work." I said, mentioning my parents for the first time.
"Your mom and dad..." Calvin muttered softly.
I walked over to a small couch that faced the eastern wall. "I liked to sit here and watch TV on the weekends. My parents would sit next to me and they would hug me tightly."
I turned to Calvin, who was just looking at me intently. This must be a lot of information for him to grasp. But he asked for this.
"There used to be a bed here." I signaled to an empty corner in the living room. "This used to be where my mom and dad slept."
Several stories began to come to mind upon looking at these objects. I told as many as I could remember. Calvin never interrupted me. But instead, he was deeply engrossed in whatever I was saying.
