Chapter 4
Tom
Come Friday, Tom was restless and decided it was a good night to hit up the bar. This was good, because it meant he wasn’t moping over his ex anymore.
Anyway, he’d given the idea more thought and figured there had to be guys out there who didn’t want flowers and sweet nothings or any of that stupid stuff. Once he had a little distance from the breakup, it seemed statistically unlikely that he was the only gay man in the world who didn’t do the whole romance display act.
So he was going out. Maybe luck would be with him and he’d find a hookup for the night. He was no movie star hottie, but he hadn’t fallen off the ugly tree, either, so guys tended give him a second look. Plus, nobody expected hearts and flowers from a one-night stand, which meant no disappointment afterwar
