Older men

"Wow!" Kelly said happily as we lay in bed, "We've only been here a week, and we've already got a job, and we've made more friends than we had back home after our whole life!" "Well, almost," I corrected, "But we've got to decide what we're gonna tell who... I mean WHOM." I could see Kelly's eyes brighten as I made her favorite grammatical error. "Shit, man!" she said in mock disgust, "You take all the fun out of life! As far as what we tell, I think we should just play older men by ear. If we get asked, then let older men all out; otherwise they don't need to know." It sounded so incredibly simple! It made so much sense! But we both knew older men was a lot more complicated than that. But as we lay together that night, on top of the world (well, actually Kelly was on top of me), I didn't care who knew what; in fact I was quite ready to tell anyone who would listen! I had never in my wildest dreams imagined that things would work out so well! But of course we'd only been here a week. By mid November we were really flying high! Our grades were great, we liked all our courses, and we had shared our relationship with most of our new friends. There were Jim from Texas, married; Lennie from Cuba, single; Gordon from Fort Wayne, married; George, a black married man from Louisiana; Andre, married, from New Hampshire; Marvin, married, from Washington State; Graham, single, from Ontario; James, single (and GAY!!!) from Alberta. Kelly and I were really hopeful that we'd become good friends with James, but her primary interest was sex, so that friendship never really developed. she was friendly enough when we saw her, but a good relationship never developed. And then there was Jesse.