“You look handsome,” I tell Aaron honestly.
“Thank you.”
He looks to Jiji and shakes his head.
“Such a silly cat,” he says. “For real, you’d think Jiji was always starving.”
“He definitely acts like you don’t feed him,” I tell Aaron.
“That’s just what cats are like. Do you have a pet?”
“Nope.”
“Have you ever had a pet?”
“Nope.”
“Why not?”
“Growing up, Matthew was allergic to just about everything. After he passed away and I moved out, well...I don’t know. I just never really thought about getting one. You?”
“I’ve always had cats,” he says, smiling. “When I lived with Matthew, I didn’t. I actually didn’t even know he was allergic until we’d been living together for awhile. We lived in a place where we couldn’t have pets, so it was a non-issue. After I moved away, I adopted an older cat from a shelter. He passed away a year or so ago. I’d planned on adopting another big cat, but then I met Jiji, and well, I mean, just look at him.”
Aaron laughs, and sure enough, when I turn back to Jiji, he’s no longer eating. Now he’s playing with Aaron’s boot laces, and I gingerly pick up the little kitten and give him a soft hug. He swings his paws at me wildly, and I set him back down.
“Are you ready to go to the club?” He asks.
“I think so.”
Aaron helps me to my feet and he kisses me.
“You really do look beautiful,” he says. “I like your hair like this.”
It’s in twin pigtails, and I curled my hair before I came out. I’m really glad that he likes the look on me. He tugs on one of them and I get this goofy grin on my face.
“Thanks,” I tell him.
“Anytime, princess.”
“Ready?” I ask.
“You sound a little nervous.”
“Well, it is my first time going to the club in a dress,” I look down at my frilly clothes.
“Do you mind?”
“Not at all,” I ask. “No one there is going to judge me and no one there is going to be rude to me.”
I usually wear sexier clothing: fishnets, corsets, leather. Tonight isn’t really about me, though. Tonight is about Aaron, and it’s about whatever this thing blooming between us is.
So I’m more than happy to let this relationshipblossom, and if that means dressing up like a little princess tonight at the club, then that’s okay with
me.
“Let me see,” he says. He gestures, letting me know he wants me to spin in a circle, and I do as he asks.
Somehow, spinning around and waiting for his approval really does make me feel like his little princess.