His name is Hiram Lodge, and he is the love of my life, the center of my world, the man who changed my entire life in the span of just 24 hours. It all began during my freshman year at NYU.
I had just moved into my tiny dorm room, my parents had left, and my roommate had still not arrived. I was getting hungry so I headed out into the city in the hopes of finding something quick and cheap to eat. But just ten minutes into that search and I get lost. I get really lost. I have no idea where I am. There are so many people walking around and knocking me around, that I am ready to lose it. I take my phone out and am about to get directions when someone bumps into me and it falls to the ground, shattering. People don't even stop as I try to grab my phone, some even walking on it.
"Damn." I forget my phone and just walk into the nearest empty alley. "Damn. Damn. Damn."
"Are you alright?" A man's voice scares me half to death. "Oh! Sorry." I look up to see this incredibly handsome man.
"Oh, yeah… I'm fine." He's a few inches shorter than me but has a perfectly symmetrical face, perfectly sculpted hair, and an expensive suit that still allows me to see his muscular body underneath.
"It doesn't seem that way." He walks up to me.
"I'm just new to the city. My phone broke and I'm completely lost."
"Oh…" He grabs his phone from his pocket and starts typing something. "My car will be here in just a minute. I'll give you a ride home."
"Oh… that's so nice."
"No problem." He puts his hand out. "My name's Hiram."
"Andy." We shake hands.
Something in this moment, as our hands grip each other, sparks something in the both of us. Our eyes keep intense contact, and our hands don't stop holding.
"I'm married." He blurts out as he pulls his hand back.
"I'm not gay." I blurt. "I'll find my way back." I turn and start walking away.
"No." I stop. "Let me give you that ride. My cars here already." I turn to him and I just follow him to his fancy black car. "I'm not gay either, by the way." We get into the car and sit across from each other.
"NYU dorms please," I say to the driver.
We sit there silently for the entire drive. All my mind can think about are his lips. I can't stop thinking about his hair and how crunchy it must be. My mind races through the ways I want to rip his suit off. I think about where I want to kiss him.
"We're here." The driver says in what feels like the shortest drive ever.
"Thank you Hiram." I start heading to the car door, but for just a second Hiram moves forward, grabs me by my head, and gives me the most amazing fireworks in the air kiss.
"No, thank you," Hiram says as he lets go of me.
I just continue out of the car and turn towards the open door. I look down at Hiram, who is staring up at me. Our eyes make intense contact that shakes me to my core. And then I close the car door and the car drives away.