Route 69: Toledo OH
Dylan says, "Meet you in the showers, babe?"
I nod, "Yeah, just let me get my stuff together."
My boyfriend Dylan and I kiss passionately, pressing our sweaty, bare torsos together. Dylan's shirtless in exercise shorts, while I'm in tight pro wrestling trunks and boots. We're taking advantage of the near-empty facility, working out separately. Dylan was using the treadmill and I was rolling around the pro wrestling ring, jumping rope, doing push-ups and sit-ups.
Mmm, our bodies feel so good together it's all I can do not to take him right here and now. We reluctantly break, lingering in a long stare. Finally, he leaves and I think about how lucky I am. If not for Dylan, I don't know how I would've handled the last three months since my best friend Jeff decided to not only abandon his dream to be a pro wrestler, but also quit on our journey to find where we fit.