Homewrecker

There’s a gentleman at the gym, let’s call him G, who I’ve seen most mornings in the year I’ve worked out at Rain. I had a feeling for a while he was family, but didn’t know for sure until seven or so months ago when I saw him out at the Cuff. That evening we grabbed a bite to eat after the club and shared a taxi back to Belltown (he lives a few blocks away from me). Beyond saying hello to each other at the gym, that has been the extent of my interaction with him.

Recently I’ve seen him working out with another guy in the mornings. I assumed they were together but didn’t know for sure. On Saturday night, we three happened to be on the same bus back to Belltown from the hill and did the head-nod of acknowledgement.

This morning he told me he and his partner of 17 years broke up last night and his partner blames me. G wanted to give me a heads up.

Ummm. Ok. Thanks. The most intimate contact G and I have ever had was a hug the night we shared the taxi. Behold the power of the Homewrecker — my newly revealed super power.