8/19/25  Gary

I’ll admit, I hesitated to write about Gary. A little voice in my head said, “If you tell people you have a boyfriend, maybe some won’t want to see you anymore.” But really—that’s unreasonable, isn’t it? Wouldn’t you want me to have a boyfriend? Wouldn’t you want me to be happy?

The truth is, I never expected Gary. Isn’t that how it usually goes, though? The best things in life come when you’re not looking for them. Gary wasn’t searching either. He first found me as a client—our relationship began in the escort world. Not exactly a storybook beginning, but life doesn’t always follow the script. What matters is that we connected, and that connection grew into something real and sweet—something that still surprises me.

From the start, he stood out. Gary is older, steady, and grounded in a way that calms me without him even trying. He’s patient, he listens—really listens—and he makes me feel seen. People say you “just know” when someone gets you, and with Gary, I do.

It wasn’t fast, and it wasn’t fireworks right out of the gate. It was slow, steady, and genuine. And maybe that’s why I trust it. Gary shows up for me—not with grand gestures, but with presence, kindness, and the steady reassurance that I matter. And he knows that what I do is my job and is very accepting.

The truth is, it’s been 15 years since my divorce—15 years of being on my own. I had reached a place where I didn’t expect to feel this kind of happiness again. But then Gary came along, when I wasn’t looking, and reminded me that it’s never too late for a second or third chance.

I don’t think Gary even realizes how much I admire him. He’s a manager by profession, a baseball and softball umpire by passion, and just a genuinely good man by nature. Somehow, against all odds, our lives collided at exactly the right moment.

And after all these years, here I am—writing about Gary, smiling as I type, realizing that sometimes the best stories are the ones you never saw coming.