“ He slapped my face and made me feel loved ”
We met at a street bar on the early afternoon of Friday, July 30th, 2021. We had exchanged phone numbers on Silver Daddies before his arrival for his weekend vacation. Early on the morning, he texted me and asked to meet for a beer in the afternoon. The day was scorching hot, like any summer day in the desert.
I walked into the bar, went to get a beer, and looked around for him. He was seated on a barstool back against the street window. We recognized each other, went to meet him. We had a short conversation, finished our beer, and agreed to go to his hotel room.
The weekend went by fast; all of a sudden, it was late Sunday night. He wanted to have a good night’s sleep before driving home early Monday morning. We kissed good night and made plans to see each other again in the fall. I left his hotel room feeling joyful and happy.
We kept in touch all summer long with texts and occasional phone calls. He visited me at home for the first time for four days in November before Thanksgiving. It was amazing for us to spend this time together and learn about each other. It took four days for us to realize how much we liked each other and how much we would love each other. Roger was gentle yet rough with a firm, loving hand.
After this time, Roger would come home as much as possible any holidays or vacations from driving the school bus. Each encounter brought us closer. Two souls in love with each other.
Thank you, Mr. Roger. For sharing 1,107 days, 26,568 hrs, 1,594,080 minutes 95,644,800 seconds of our lives together. I miss you. I miss the man who would call me at 6:25 a.m. each weekday morning to make sure I was getting ready for work.
Papa, you made a better man out of me. Love you, Dad.
Son.
7/2/23 @ Barracks