Chapter Seven
Jude
“Is this an actual date, or just a friendly introduction by Grant and Hector to gay society?” I sighed, staring at my reflection in the bathroom mirror. I splashed warm water on my face to remove the last remnants of shaving cream, then noticed my eyes were a little bloodshot.
“Eye drops will take care of that.”
Afterwards, I soaked a towel in warm water, sat down on the toilet seat and held it against my face, relishing the damp heat. I’d been unable to sleep last night, and was very tempted to cancel the date with Grant.
“You are thirty-four years old, and it’s about time you tried dating.” I sighed into the towel, then threw it into the hamper. When I glanced into the mirror I noticed my nose was running, probably from the steamy towel, so I cleaned it up with ti
