Unexpected Blessings of Love (ManxMan)

PROLOGUE

PROLOGUE

I hate feeling this way. All alone with nothing but feeling depressed. I should feel lucky with all the blessings that God has given me. I have a house to call home. Money? Yeah, I can easily say that I have them. More than I could ever want. Cars? Definitely yes. I have two of them. Fame? Sure, why not. Everywhere I go most people would recognize me. You see, I used to be a starting quarterback for Green Bay Packers. I even managed to win the team the Super Bowl Championship and I was one of the best quarterbacks out there. People love me, and they treat me like I am some kind of God and that is a feeling that I can never get used to. But I still feel lonely. Well, I am alone right now but I feel lonely. Here I am home alone on a Thursday night feeling sorry for myself. What the fuck is wrong with me? Argh…

Well, before we go any further, I should probably introduce myself. My name is Trevor Edwards. I am 28 years old and currently I am a partner at my own architecture firm that I opened with my best friend from college, Jeremy Cavanagh. I know I shouldn’t feel conceited or anything, but I know I am a very handsome guy with pretty face and my body is to die for. Just go on the internet and google Trevor Edwards; you’ll see a lot of shirtless pictures of me from my time playing professional football. I am 6’2” and I am pretty lucky to have such good genes from my parents.

Since our freshman year at Northwestern University in Chicago, Jeremy and I have been best friends. See, I used to play as a quarterback for the school and after graduation I was recruited by the Green Bay Packers six years ago. Last year at the age of 27, I quit football after suffering two minor concussions from two different sacks by the opponent teams since I got hit pretty badly. My team doctor and a neurologist were afraid that if I got hit one more time I might cause a permanent damage on my brain. That was all it took for me not to renew the player’s contract with the team and quit football altogether. I know people call me cowards all the time, but I just don’t want to be a vegetable at the age of 40, okay? So, when my best friend Jeremy called me and discussed the idea of opening an architecture firm, I quickly agreed since I have double degrees in Architecture and Urban Planning and I love to build buildings and drawings more than anything. No problems there.

All around me you can see everybody has got someone to love. Me? I am very unlucky in that department. I want ‘the one’, you know. A very loving girlfriend that one day I get to call my wife. And children? Of course I want children. I have good role models in my parents. They have been married for 45 years and they are still in love to this day. I want that. Very much. It’s not like I am picky or anything. I just know what I want and if they can’t give me that there’s no point of delaying the inevitable. I have two sisters. My older sister is Piper. She is 32 years old and happily married with 2 kids, and my younger sister is Shailene, and she is 23 years old and has a boyfriend that she loves very much. Every time I visit them, they look so much in love it makes my heart ache for what I don’t have. I guess you can say I am a sensitive guy but I’m also very tough, stubborn, and very protective of my family and friends. They are the world to me and I am very proud of that.

I have had relationships before. It’s hard not to when girls throw themselves at you all the time. The ones that I get the chance to call my girlfriends were all just there to use me and then when things got hard or boring to them, they went on to cheat on me. I don’t have tolerance for cheating so we just break it off when that happens. Now at this age, it’s hard for me to find love again. I’m always afraid that the other shoes will drop once things get serious. What am I supposed to do?

I’m a joke. Friends tease me all the time about me being alone and can play the fields and fuck around but I’m not that kind of person. So I usually just chuckled and smile back at them and tell them single life is awesome and there are a lot of fish to hook out there. Yeah, I don’t mind people see me as a player but I know myself better than that. That’s the fact, and I am okay with that. So what should I do to stop feeling sorry for myself? You tell me.

Alright, it is now quarter past 10 and I should go to bed. Tomorrow I have got an early day. I have a meeting at the city hall for the new plans to expand the city’s main library. Hope all goes well tomorrow. Otherwise, it’s going to be a very long day.