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Love blinds us from the dangerous and unperceivable accidents of the world.
If I only knew that then.
If only… 24: Carl’s Boyfriends
October 17, 2015
There were ex-boyfriends Carl told me about; three that I distinctly remember—Charlie Foster was a mechanic. Carl clicked a few buttons on his cellphone and a young man who looked like me appeared on its screen. Charlie was a little bit older than me, thirty-three of -four, with scruff on his cheeks and chin, but he was still handsome. Carl told me, “Charlie couldn’t stay faithful. Never. The guy was always in some other guy’s pants. The first time I learned that he cheated on me was forgiven. The two other times thereafter made me look like a complete fool. Charlie was addicted to sex, and other men, I realized. He wanted sex all the time, and anywhere. I kind of felt bad for him and thought he needed some psychological help.”