I don’t understand young people these days.
OK, I know everyone over a certain age says that, so let me explain.
I wouldn’t say I’m old – I’m in my mid 30s – but I guess I’m no longer a spring chicken. I live in a big city and have an OK job in the HQ of a media firm – nothing big, but enjoyable enough, and the people are mostly fun to be around. And it’s one of those people in particular I’m talking about now, when I say I don’t understand young people.
One of the guys I work with – I’ll call him Simon because I’m a bit cautious about using his real name in case he finds this! – He’s probably the most fun person in the office. He’s quite short, messy blonde hair, and a cheeky smile; he’s always bright and sunny, someone who makes work a fun place to be, either with funny comments or just friendly conversation. He’s 25 or so and has never mentioned anything about liking guys – actually he’s talked about ex girlfriends and the like.
Anyway, every Friday night we all go out for drinks after work, a big group of us. We either stay just for one, or for lots, and to be honest it can sometimes get quite messy! One Friday we all went for drinks to the usual place, and a few of us stayed out longer than we should have. Simon was complaining that it was so late it’d take forever for him to get home, and I suggested we share a taxi back to my place, since I live so much closer. It was a reasonable idea, and Simon was relieved that he wouldn’t have such a mission to get home.
Now let me get this out of the way first – I never had ANY intention of doing anything with Simon. My usual type of guy is tall and dark, ad my age – even a bit older, maybe. So I’d never even looked at Simon that way.
We got back to mine and rather than going to sleep we carried on drinking – I had wine in and, like I say, Simon is SUCH a nice guy. We ended up polishing off a bottle and heading to bed; I started setting up the sofa with some cushions and blankets but Simon said he’d rather sleep in bed and cuddle up, and anyway the bed would be comfier than the sofa.
Obviously I was a bit confused… why would he want to cuddle up if he was straight? But anyway, we got to bed and curled up. Simon grabbed my arm and pulled it around his shoulder so I was spooning him… I didn’t really know what to do, so just snuggled up to him a bit.
‘Oh, I really like being spooned!’ he said, then we drifted off to sleep.
The next morning we woke up and spent all morning in bed, cuddling and chatting. I got up and made breakfast… it was almost like having a boyfriend!
And that was just the first time. It’s become quite a regular thing now – like I say, it is easier for him to get a cab to mine if it’s late. So we often wake up in each others’ arms. But nothing more has happened. And he’s such a lovely, tactile guy that I can easily imagine that he DOES just like cuddling. And these days… well, a lot of young people, especially in my city, have grown up so used to the idea of two guys being together that I think even the straight guys are much more comfortable with their sexuality. So maybe it’s just that he’s friendly, and from a different, younger, freer generation, and that he really does just like spooning.
Or maybe he’s desperately waiting for me to make a move!
Like I said, I don’t know. I don’t understand young people these days!