An Excerpt from "Tied Even Closer"
I had a dreamy roommate during my last three years of college, here in New Orleans, back in the late eighties. His name was Eddie, and he grew up on a ranch, about fifty miles away from Baton Rouge. Eddie and I are still friends to this day.
We had this tiny dorm room, with two study desks separating our twin-sized beds, and a long row of windows. But we didn’t have to worry about anyone seeing in late at night, since we were on the third floor, facing one of the administration buildings. If there were any administrators there, working late at night, there were two nights when they might have gotten an eyeful.
Most nights were pretty tame, though, and the most they would have seen were Eddie’s posters of various female country singers, or models, or something. I can’t remember who they were—just that they never interested me, for some reason. My side faced away from the window, and my posters were limited to the logos of a few pop singers.
He’s a little more suit and tie now, but back then, Eddie was just a total cowboy! I don’t just mean the cowboy hat, the tight Wrangler’s, and the “aw, shucks” grin. I mean he grew up on a ranch and was heavy into rodeo and all that, not to mention playing on baseball and football teams all through high school. He was gorgeous, athletic, and way too charming! Sadly, though, Eddie never would have dreamed of having sex with another guy, or so I had thought during the first two years we shared a dorm room.