Ideal

In an ideal world, he --- whoever he is --- and I would be spending this evening doing mundane things.

We would have had supper together and talked about his day and my day and things that occurred at our jobs. We'd talk about the kids and the cat, about jokes we heard or told, about little bits of gossip. Afterwards, one of us would clear off the table and put away the leftovers and the other would do the dishes. We wouldn't ask who was going to do what, we'd just do it.

After the kitchen lights were dimmed, one of us would go check his e-mail while the other did whatever he needed to do to prepare for the next day. Then we'd switch roles and repeat the process.

We'd maybe watch some TV or a movie, maybe make some popcorn or get out a snack. We'd sit on the couch, close to each other, and snuggle or rub each other's feet. Or maybe we'd not turn the TV on at all, just listen to music and use the couch for more romantic purposes like we used to do during our days of courtship.

We'd probably go to bed early --- maybe read, maybe make love, maybe just talk. We would live quietly and going to bed and rising early would be our custom.

It would be an ordinary life compiled from two people in an extraordinary love affair. Two guys glad to be with each other, committed for the long haul and glad to be safe under the same roof and in each other's arms. Some people would admire us for the simplicity of our lives and how we complimented each other. Some people might be envious. Most people would be glad for us.

We probably wouldn't spend a lot of time on sites like LifeOut or Gay.com. The people who mattered would have our telephone numbers and our e-mail addresses. We would be too busy with just the ordinary stuff of life and not need the drama and bitterness and general unhappiness that make up most of social networking sites.

But that would only be if it were an ideal world. Ideal worlds don't exist. Except in dreams.