Id just arrived home, threw my jacket on the sofa and tensed my shoulders in an attempt to find relief from a hard day at the office. Just then the phone rang. Hello? I asked as in: Who are you and what the hell do you want? I allowed the tone of my voice to convey what I really wanted to say. I was pissed off by the interruption. I desperately wanted to unwind. This had better be good. John. John. Its me, Paul. How are you buddy? Well, Ill be darned, I started to say while reaching out for a seat. Listen John, Im in town with my wife and I was wondering if you were free for a drink tonight. Youre married? Youre kidding me, right? Paul and I had been friends for a number of years. He always tried to come across as your average, macho kind of guy. There was something about him though, that made me wonder if he was trying to cover something up. It was almost as if he was trying too hard to come across to be your run of the mill heterosexual kind of guy. My thoughts were interrupted by his response to my skeptic reaction. Were my ears deceiving me? I thought as I put down the phone. Nah, perhaps he really is straight after all. About two hours later, I found myself sitting on a comfortable barstool, sipping on a glass of scotch and enjoying the company of Paul and his wife, Lindsey. Our introductions were a bit awkward, at least on my part as I found it difficult to believe that he really was married. I would never have guessed that Paul, MY Paul would settle down and get married one day. The awkwardness diminished with each glass of whisky. Lindseys bubbly personality was infectious, while Paul was just um, err how do I put it? Paul was just Paul; there was no other way to describe him. He was all jokes they were used as a barrier to hide his shy, vulnerable and introverted self. Ive always wondered where this silent coyness came from. His voice was dulled out of my awareness while I studied his face. He was always a looker. He was sexy as hell, most especially in the evenings; after his stubble had been given the opportunity to grow for a couple of hours. His piercing blue eyes combined with the cleft in his chin and dark brown hair were always hypnotic. Yes, they still were. He could be my snake charmer anytime. Id often hoped that Paul would trust me enough to cast aside his boisterous exterior and allow me in and befriend the scared boy that rested inside of him. What is it with him? I asked myself as I continued to reflect upon my disappointment at being left outside and unable to let him know about my discovery that Im bisexual. I realized that Paul was talking to me when Lindsey reached over and touched my hand. Was it just me or did I just sense a seductiveness as she allowed her hand to fleetingly pass over mine? I could almost detect an air of sultriness in the air. It was electrifying. Lindsey smiled. I could visualize myself taking those cherry colored lips into my mouth. Oh, God! Who to do? Who to do? Lindsey, Paul. Paul, Lindsey. Both. Oh yes, please, let me have them both; served up on a platter; a feast fit for a king! The alcohol started to take its toll. Truth be told, I dont remember much about what followed next. I do remember all of the crucial information, though: I had invited them over to my place for a nightcap. I live on the 23rd floor of an up market apartment block. My interior consists of shale tiled walls, white carpeted floors and steel finishes. I have large windows that overlook the city a canvas painted with shimmering lights and silent darkness at night. A contrast that almost describes my sexuality. I reached out to switch on the light, but Lindsey stopped me. Dont. Its absolutely beautiful, she said as she headed towards the window. I obeyed. What can I say? I aim to please and boy, oh boy, was I hoping to please both of them that night. I remember pouring each of us a glass of wine and setting it down on the coffee table. I took a swig out of my glass. The wine tasted good. Our small talk faded into a lull. Anybody that knows me will tell you that I hate the quiet, so I immediately stood up and switched on my stereo system. The music played faintly in the background while the wine set about giving me directions on what to do next.