“Most people are idiots,” Evan said. He sounded like Jeffery. “They like to put gay men into little boxes, tie the boxes up with a pink ribbon, and keep them in there. You have that hard, wiry kind of body most boxers have. I don’t know anything about boxing myself, but from what little I’ve seen I think you actually do look like a boxer. ” He was picturing how he would look in a jock strap and those cute little white ankle socks.
Carson looked into his eyes and said, “I think that might be the nicest thing anyone has said to me in a long time.”
Evan shrugged. “It’s the truth.”
“I have a match on Friday night,” Carson said. “It’s not professional boxing. It’s just an amateur match at a small gym I go to downtown. But I’d like you to come and watch.”
Evan smiled. “I’d like that. I’ve never been to a real boxing match. I just don’t want to see you get hurt.”
Carson made a fist and fake punched Evan in the arm. “I’m pretty good. At least I try to be, anyway.”
After dinner, Carson took care of the check and held Evan’s chair while he stood up. Evan had tried to take the check, but Carson had insisted on paying. Then Carson walked him to the corner and hailed a cab for him. He didn’t make one single attempt to take Evan back to his apartment, and he’d told Evan he lived in Chelsea, not far from the restaurant. He didn’t put his hands in any inappropriate places or touch Evan in a seductive way. When the cab pulled up to the curb, he opened the back door and waited until Evan sat down. Then he leaned forward, kissed Evan on the cheek, and said, “I had a nice time. I’ll call you this week and let you know where the boxing match is. I can’t get together with you again until after the match because I’ll be in training for the next few days. I actually shouldn’t have gone out tonight. I hope that’s cool.”
Evan looked up at him and smiled. “It’s fine. I had a nice time, too. Thanks for dinner.”
As he was about to close the back door, he stopped and leaned forward. He made a fist again and fake punched Evan in the chin. “I’ll see you on Friday.”
Chapter Eight
When Evan returned to his apartment that Tuesday night, he found Kenny in the living room doing math homework and watching TV at the same time.
Kenny turned the minute he walked through the door and said, “Sorry you had a bad time.”
Evan set his keys on the dining table and sent his son a sideways glance. “What are you talking about?”
“Well, it’s not even eleven o’clock and you’re home from a date,” he said. “I guess it was pretty boring with old Savione. He’s kind of like that sometimes. I swear I have to pinch myself sometimes in class when he’s reciting Shakespeare.”
Evan took off his coat and joined his son on the sofa. “Actually, I had a great time. Mr. Savione is not only interesting, he’s very nice and there’s a lot more to him than you know about.” He almost said Carson acted as the perfect gentleman, but he figured that might make Kenny uncomfortable.
Kenny didn’t look up from his math book. He seemed disappointed to hear Evan had enjoyed himself. “What do you mean?”
“He has an interesting hobby,” Evan said. “He’s an amateur boxer.”
“Oh, I know about that,” Kenny said. “Everyone knows about that. He’s on the Internet.”
Later that night, after Kenny had gone to bed, Evan Googled “Amateur Boxing Carson Savione” on his laptop and he found a few photos of Carson. He’d been modest during dinner. Evan discovered he was fairly well known in amateur boxing circles and he belonged to some kind of national boxing association that sounded important. But Evan wasn’t interested in those details, at least not at first. He found it more interesting to focus on the photos of Carson wearing boxing gear. One photo in particular, with Carson standing slightly hunched and braced for battle with boxing gloves, showed him wearing adorable white boxing shorts and no shirt. It looked as if the photo had been taken while he’d been jumping up and down. His hair and chest were wet with perspiration, he was wearing a mouth guard, and there was a bruise on his left cheek. It was one of the sexiest photos Evan had ever seen.
But when Cadin stopped by on Wednesday afternoon and Evan told him about Carson’s amateur boxing hobby, he threw his hands in the air and screamed. “I can’t believe how you always seem to attract them. It’s like you’re wearing an invisible sign on your back or something.”
Evan felt a sting in his gut. “What are you talking about?” He didn’t see anything wrong with Carson’s hobby. “What do you mean ‘them’?”
“I thought you’d finally met a nice, calm stable guy,” Cadin said. He shook his head and frowned. “I thought a nice quiet English teacher at a private school would be perfect for you. I’m picturing a professor in a tweed jacket with half glasses on the end of his nose and it turns out he’s a goddamn pugilist and he beats people up for sport. Seriously, Evan. Think about it. You have a tendency to go for the aggressive types who always leaves you fucked up in the end. Jeffery’s not a boxer, but he’s just as aggressive and just as vicious as a boxer. Only he wears a three-thousanddollar suit while he’d going for the throat. I think that if there were one hundred men in one room and ninety-nine of them were calm, even, and stable and just one was a rough prison type, you’d find the rough prison type without even looking at the other guys.”
Although he knew his best friend had a point, Evan defended Carson. “He is a nice, stable guy. He just happens to like boxing as a sport. There’s nothing wrong with that.” It was hard to argue this point, though. One reason why Evan had never had a problem living in a rough neighborhood was because the thug types never bothered him. They flirted with him, called him baby when he walked past them, and often followed him down the street, trying to get his attention. And they didn’t do it in a dangerous way. Evan knew they wouldn’t hurt him. They really were attracted to him, especially young men of African descent. Evan couldn’t help it if calm, stable men weren’t attracted to him. He couldn’t help it if he wasn’t attracted to them either.
“I hope you’re careful this time,” Cadin said. “I don’t like the sound of this. I think you should play it really cool with this guy. It sounds like you’re thinking about him the same way you think about Jeffery and you know that’s never been realistic. The last thing you need now is to get involved with another rough aggressive type who wants to control your life.”