“Oh, that makes sense,” he said.
We continued chatting about nothing in particular, my wife, his kids, and the shitty catered food at the reunion. He rose from the table and turned to walk away before spinning around as if he’d just remembered something important. He bent down and whispered in my ear.
“Ya know, I always thought it was me. The reason you never came.”
I didn’t bother to tell him. Enough men after him had made me come; just not in 59 seconds.