The Best Little Boy in the World by Andrew Tobias

Author:Andrew Tobias [Tobias, Andrew]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
ISBN: 978-0-307-76477-5
Publisher: Random House Publishing Group
Published: 2010-09-21T16:00:00+00:00

Anyway, there I sat at Sporters, not realizing the plusses I had going for me, and staring holes through the fellow I wanted to meet. That was, more or less, what Oscar had told me to do, only I realize now that he meant for me to be considerably more subtle. I just kept staring, feeling terribly pent-up and awkward, helpless, average-looking. It worked.

Rob said hi and I said I had been out (of the closet) for two hours. He asked me if I wanted to go home with him, and we pushed our way through the crowd to the door. On the way to his apartment in Back Bay he explained that he was, of all things, a computer operator on the graveyard shift of an all-night insurance-company computer installation. He was twenty, he had been out for about five years if you count his first parochial school experience, and he was planning to take a course in programming, which would pay a lot better and allow him to work daylight hours.

He shared his Back Bay apartment with a waiter, whose only distinction was a wig he had bought that day—a woman’s wig—which made me exceedingly uncomfortable. How could Rob live with a moron like that?

I was already having visions of his moving out of such an unhealthy situation and into my Cambridge apartment, which was more than adequate for two people. I had known Rob all of an hour when I first suggested the possibility. I lacked perspective. Rob was the only one out of hundreds in the bar that night that I had liked. Surely I would have to take him away from there fast before someone else came over and horned in. If Rob was foolish enough to be attracted to someone like me, well, I wasn’t going to steer him away.

I would say Rob, twenty, was three to five years older than I was at twenty-three. He knew where my head was; his had been there years before. He knew it would be safe to say, “Sure, maybe I’ll move in—let’s see what happens,” because he knew I would change my mind within days, if not within hours.

As it happened, it was hours. The sex we had was not all I’d hoped it would be. It was upsetting. He wanted to do all the things gay kids do. He wanted to kiss (germs!); he wanted to put our respective things in our respective mouths (I had always counted: sixty-seven, sixty-eight, seventy, seventy-one …); and he even tried to, well, rob me of my virginity. That last was not only disgusting to think about, but was also, judging from what little progress he was able to make before I resisted, likely to be excruciating.

God damn it! Why can’t I be like everyone else and like to do those things? What are people going to think of me? Is this what the Lone Ranger and Tonto did during the Quaker Oats commercials?

Rob didn’t come right out and

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