"Wow, who would have ever thought that I would look this hot in a suit" I said

I had been admiring myself in the mirror for the last twenty minutes I must have looked like a fucking idiot standing there approving myself but I was looking good. I had been the only customer in the menswear store so I couldn't exactly confirm that I looked sophisticated it was defiantly different then my regular leather and black clothes look that I normally trended. A scrawny looking dark brown haired sales assistant approached me. You know the cliché fag that you see on television and movies and read in books, you know the kind with perfect hair, tight clothes and have that gay man voice and they say things like fabulous and darling and flounce around like they own the place, well he was one of them. It was kinda of hard to believe that he and I were interested in the same sex; we were at two completely different ends of the homo- spectrum.

"You look fabulous sir" he said as he handed me a violet colored tie

I laced it around the back of my neck before I realized I had no fucking clue on how to tie it.

"Would you mind?" I asked the man

"Sure"

He turned me so I was facing him and started to quickly fasten the tie

"Getting dressed up for anything in particular?" He asked me

Every movement he made with the tie he cocked his head in the same direction; it was like he was head bopping to a song.

"I have a suspicion that this is my boyfriend's way of trying to domesticate me. He is taking my out to dinner which means he is trying to do something nice or it's his way to ease me into being a fucking house wife" I replied

The man finished tying the tie and took a step back

"You're gay?" He asked me raising an eyebrow

"Yeah, I guess that was more or less a confession, that's rather odd that means I confessed it to the girl at the checkout to" I said mostly to myself

Admitting I was gay to Matt was somewhat difficult but I still told him and then suddenly I was telling everyone I had a boyfriend, I had no idea what the hell was going on I may as well have strapped a damned neon sign to my chest with the words "I'm a fag" lit up.

"Forgive me sweetie but you do not look like a homosexual" the man replied

"I didn't know we were supposed to look any specific way" I said with the corners of my mouth turned up but not quite smiling

"Oh well you know what I mean, I am a fabulous stereotype. I suppose I never really expected it when you walked in here dressed like a biker or some sort of dangerous man. Now look, you look stunning. Your boyfriends a lucky man" he said

"Have you been in a relationship with a man, I mean other than a sexual one?"

I wasn't sure what made me ask him that but I figured since he was gay he may have been able to offer me some kind of advice.

"Oh yeah I have been with my husband for ten years now, we are as happy as we were when we first started dating"

"And you never thought it would end for say personality reasons?"

"Well in the beginning things were a bit rocky, we were both used to other relationships where we were both the submissive type, you know had everything done for us and we were kind of kept in our shell but we managed to work through it. The funny thing is about love is that if you're not a male and a female people don't think it can work. But I take my vows seriously and he has been the only man I have ever been with"

"How long did you know each other before you decided to be together?" I asked him

The stranger was actually being rather helpful

"About a week I think, it was rather quick but I say your heart knows what it wants with in twenty four hours of meeting someone. If you can feel in your heart a day later what you felt when you first met that person then it's usually a good indicator, whether its love or hate. I followed my heart and I have been married to him for the last three years and been with him for ten, I don't have any regrets. He can be a bit of a bitch sometimes and is possibly the worst drama queen on the planet but he is worth it, he always has been. I am guessing this is your first relationship you have been in?" he asked

I simply nodded my head

"Well if I can offer you any kind of advice it would be if you love him and he loves you and that you're sure of it then just go with it. Don't worry about what might or might not happen, live in the now and you never know that now might turn out to be a forever but even if it doesn't if you love him you won't regret ever being with him"

I left that store with the suit and thinking to myself that he was the nicest fag I had ever met. He had some relatively good advice and I defiantly approved of his twenty-four hour rule. If I felt the same way I did when I met Matt at midnight tonight then I decided to do as the man said and throw away the what if's and concerns and I would deal with them if they turned up in the future.

I had gone home and jumped straight into the shower, it would be a few more hours before Matt would be home so I wanted to make myself physically appealing so that as soon as he walked in the door I could at least shock him seeing me in a suit. As I showered and let the water run down my bandage I slowly pealed in away from my face. I could feel the wound starting to scar and it no longer stung when the water ran over the skin. I could hear Matt's voice in my head

"You're beautiful" I found myself whispering the same words he had whispered to me.

It made me smile. I started to unwrap the bandage around my shoulder and the wound had started to turn into a scar also. The warm water felt good on my flesh, the more I stood under the water the more I thought about Matt with his hands all over me. When we had showered together he had made me cum again, even after I had whilst he made love to me, he had wonderfully soft yet strong hands and when he jerked me off it felt like the orgasm had come from the very center of my being. It was intense and it felt like I had never cum before. Matt was able to turn me into a slave to his love, I was completely addicted and completely weak for him. I used to think of myself as strong and unable to be persuaded into anything but he had made me his man-wife, and I didn't want it any other way, if taking care of me and doing everything for me is what made Matt happy then I was going to let him be the husband of our relationship.

"HUSBAND! DID I JUST CALL MATT MY HUSBAND?" I yelled at myself and felt my face flush with red

I had made myself embarrassed even though I was completely alone.

"He became my boyfriend this morning and I am thinking about marriage oh my God what the hell has he done to me!" I said loudly to myself

I shook my head of the thought and showered.