But it’s too hard for Payne to trust again after having his heart so recently – and brutally – stomped on. Their time together is easy and simple, and they grow close. Payne figures him out the way no one else can – Beau wants companionship without expectations and the pressure to be social, and that’s something Payne can fulfill. His coping mechanisms while writing are unconventional, to say the least. He’s fussy, easily distracted, and a disorganized mess. See, Beau is an awkward, scatterbrained loner who doesn’t people well. In exchange for a room, Beau wants Payne to teach him how to be less weird and more appealing to men. As a successful, wealthy author, Beau refuses to accept any rent, instead suggesting an unusual arrangement to help him get over his unrequited love. Even though Beau doesn’t like having a roommate – too intrusive, too loud, too annoying – it’s not a hard sell for one big reason: he’s had a twenty-year crush on Payne. Wanting to reclaim his daughter’s living space, his brother, Marty, volun-tells his best friend, Beau, to offer his spare room to Payne until he gets back on his feet. One of the few high points in his new life is meeting up with friends in the Divorced Men’s Club, and the support and advice they provide him. So, after twelve years together, Payne leaves his husband in Boston and is back in his hometown, sleeping in his niece’s little bed while she bunks with her sister. Payne has nothing to offer another man: he’s forty years old, nearly divorced, homeless, and unemployed after being cheated on and betrayed for years in the worst possible way. So when Payne gets back into town and needs somewhere to stay, I offer him my spare room with one condition: while he’s staying with me, I need him to help me become date-able.Īnd while he does that, I can focus on my other plan: ignoring that Payne is the only man I’ve ever wanted to date. I’m naturally chaotic, make terrible decisions, and scare off potential dates with my “weirdness”.
Since my career took off, I barely have time to breathe, let alone keep my life in order. Room payment to be made in meal planning, repairs, and dumb jokes. And not leave his door ajar when he’s in compromising positions … When my little brother’s best friend offers me a place to stay in exchange for menial duties, I swallow my pride and jump at the offer. There’s nothing sadder than moving back to my hometown newly divorced, homeless, and lost for what my next move is. Preferably dirt cheap as funds are tight (nonexistent). Must ignore the patheticness of a forty-year-old roommate.
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