Prospects by Scott Pomfret
Careful, frugal, boring tax lawyer Jeremy is baffled at how he has attracted a beautiful Lebanese boyfriend half his age. Image generated with OpenAI Jeremy was old. Jeremy was out past his bedtime. There was no chance in hell this gorgeous, willowy, bearded twenty-something maybe-Lebanese dervish with the percussive laugh could possibly have any interest in acquiring the digits of a chubby forty-nine-year-old corporate tax attorney spastically shuffling all alone in the southwest corner of Club Fascination. Jeremy had trouble remembering his number. He had trouble spelling his name. To the dervish, watching Jeremy fumble with his cell was probably like watching an animal lacking opposable thumbs manipulating a pair of pliers. Humiliated, Jeremy returned the phone. The dervish glanced at what Jeremy had entered. He flashed a thousand-watt smile. "See ya later, Jeremy ." "Wait! Wait! What's your name?" The dervish vanished. Shirtless dancers converged on the ...