forever with. She does not deserve to have you dick her over.” Tom could tell that Rob was about to retort, when he continued. “Nor does she deserve to have every pussy you’ve dipped into, constantly in her face when she is out.”
“Damn!” Rob cursed. “So, I’m screwed. I can’t be judged on who I am or who I’m gonna to be, but constantly judged on who I’ve been?” Jumping up from the bar stool, he paced Tom’s living room in frustration.
Tom, now sure of Rob’s genuineness, walked over to his friend, placing his hand on Rob’s shoulder. “Rob, give it time. You keep being real, keep provin’ to her that you’re changin’ and interested, it’ll happen. Won’t say it’ll happen fast. But it’ll happen. Carol and I’ll help.”
Rob looked into the eyes of one of the men he trusted with his life. Nodding in agreement, he thanked Tom and headed out into the night. There was only one place to go when life was kicking you and you needed perspective. Rob drove down the streets to a familiar house. Walking to the door, he knocked rapidly, not ashamed to need the arms of the woman inside. The door opened, and he peered into the eyes that knew him best. Reaching out and pulling him into a hug, the beautiful woman knew exactly what he needed.
“Come on in Rob. You look like you need this,” she said smiling up at him and handing him a beer.
“Thanks Mom. What I really need is you. Is Dad home too? I gotta talk and sort some things out,” Rob said, affectionately looking at his mother.
Smiling, she called into the den. “Mac, turn the TV off. Family time!”
*
Rob sat with his mom and dad and talked for hours. He confessed what they already knew about his reputation. As hard as it was to discuss his sexual transgressions with his parents, it was harder realizing how selfish he had been. It never occurred to him that his mother had had to listen to snide comments over the years from some women coming into her shop. Or that his dad had heard comments as well.
He sat in the den with his parents, feeling completely ashamed and embarrassed. Looking up at them, all he could offer in his defense was, “I never slept with as many women as my reputation. I swear that I would hear of women claimin’ to have been with me, and I knew that had never happened. But I never said anything to correct the misconception. I also never saw it as usin’ anyone. Honestly, whenever I had sex with someone, I always made it clear that it was physical only, and if they weren’t on board with that, then I left.”
Hanging his head, he admitted, “I guess that seems like very little doesn’t it?” Then raising his head back up, looking his parents straight into their eyes, he said, “But making excuses for my past is piss poor. I’m over thirty years old; it’s time to man up.”
Bernie looked at her son with pride, thinking how much he looked like his father. Mac was the best of men and even though Rob didn’t realize it, he was like his father in all ways. Once he gave his heart to a woman, that would be it for him. “Son, it’s not a crime for a man to sow his wild oats. For that matter, it’s not a crime for a woman to do the same.”
This statement brought raised eyebrows from both her son and her husband. Laughing, she just added, “Well, what’s good for the goose is good for the gander!”
Mac and Rob just shook their heads laughing, as Bernie relieved a lot of the stress and tension of the conversation.
Mac, looking at his son, asked, “Rob, what has brought about this sudden desire to look at the kind of man you’ve been and what you want to be? You’re a good man; kind, caring, loving, friendly, competent, loyal. Why the sudden self-doubt?”
Bernie, looking over at the two men in her life, leaned over and patted Rob’s hand. “I think it has everything to do with a long-haired beauty.”
Gazing at his mom, Rob smiled. Mac grumbled that he was the last to hear anything and demanded to
“Damn!” Rob cursed. “So, I’m screwed. I can’t be judged on who I am or who I’m gonna to be, but constantly judged on who I’ve been?” Jumping up from the bar stool, he paced Tom’s living room in frustration.
Tom, now sure of Rob’s genuineness, walked over to his friend, placing his hand on Rob’s shoulder. “Rob, give it time. You keep being real, keep provin’ to her that you’re changin’ and interested, it’ll happen. Won’t say it’ll happen fast. But it’ll happen. Carol and I’ll help.”
Rob looked into the eyes of one of the men he trusted with his life. Nodding in agreement, he thanked Tom and headed out into the night. There was only one place to go when life was kicking you and you needed perspective. Rob drove down the streets to a familiar house. Walking to the door, he knocked rapidly, not ashamed to need the arms of the woman inside. The door opened, and he peered into the eyes that knew him best. Reaching out and pulling him into a hug, the beautiful woman knew exactly what he needed.
“Come on in Rob. You look like you need this,” she said smiling up at him and handing him a beer.
“Thanks Mom. What I really need is you. Is Dad home too? I gotta talk and sort some things out,” Rob said, affectionately looking at his mother.
Smiling, she called into the den. “Mac, turn the TV off. Family time!”
*
Rob sat with his mom and dad and talked for hours. He confessed what they already knew about his reputation. As hard as it was to discuss his sexual transgressions with his parents, it was harder realizing how selfish he had been. It never occurred to him that his mother had had to listen to snide comments over the years from some women coming into her shop. Or that his dad had heard comments as well.
He sat in the den with his parents, feeling completely ashamed and embarrassed. Looking up at them, all he could offer in his defense was, “I never slept with as many women as my reputation. I swear that I would hear of women claimin’ to have been with me, and I knew that had never happened. But I never said anything to correct the misconception. I also never saw it as usin’ anyone. Honestly, whenever I had sex with someone, I always made it clear that it was physical only, and if they weren’t on board with that, then I left.”
Hanging his head, he admitted, “I guess that seems like very little doesn’t it?” Then raising his head back up, looking his parents straight into their eyes, he said, “But making excuses for my past is piss poor. I’m over thirty years old; it’s time to man up.”
Bernie looked at her son with pride, thinking how much he looked like his father. Mac was the best of men and even though Rob didn’t realize it, he was like his father in all ways. Once he gave his heart to a woman, that would be it for him. “Son, it’s not a crime for a man to sow his wild oats. For that matter, it’s not a crime for a woman to do the same.”
This statement brought raised eyebrows from both her son and her husband. Laughing, she just added, “Well, what’s good for the goose is good for the gander!”
Mac and Rob just shook their heads laughing, as Bernie relieved a lot of the stress and tension of the conversation.
Mac, looking at his son, asked, “Rob, what has brought about this sudden desire to look at the kind of man you’ve been and what you want to be? You’re a good man; kind, caring, loving, friendly, competent, loyal. Why the sudden self-doubt?”
Bernie, looking over at the two men in her life, leaned over and patted Rob’s hand. “I think it has everything to do with a long-haired beauty.”
Gazing at his mom, Rob smiled. Mac grumbled that he was the last to hear anything and demanded to
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