Kaleb with a K

SLB was sure that ‘the one that got away’ was just an urban myth. But as he stood shivering on London Bridge, winter rearing its ugly head, he wasn’t so sure. SLB was moving to South America for a spell. He was offered a job photographing ancient phallic monuments. It was an offer he couldn’t refuse. He had one last conquest planned for tonight before he left London the next day, but it seemed that his conquest was holding sway over him. You see, significant people always seemed to come into SLB’s life as he was on the cusp of moving abroad. Thank you universe. And so, ever the global roamer, the situation seemed to be happening again.Kaleb with a K met SLB out at Heaven little more than a week ago. The ensuing days had been filled with a series of perfect days and passionate nights; affording Kaleb with a K a rare second innings with SLB. And a third. And a fourth. Kaleb with a K was proficient in the art of love making. SLB had found his husband. Kaleb with a K made SLB think that there was more to life than an endless string of pleasurable but ultimately unfulfilling one night stands. Shags with boys who all looked the same. And that was something worth chasing.It is worth mentioning here that it would not be against SLB’s social mores to chase love (or at least lust) halfway across the continent. This is the boy, determined to conquer the globe for romance as fleeting as an English summer. There has been Gerrit the German, Lars the Swede, Ruggero in Italy, Benn with two Ns (RADA graduate, of course) who moved to L.A., Rob the Australian backpacker, although the list goes on. So perhaps the commute between Peru and Peckham would get easier? In hindsight though, these summer sojourns probably cost SLB a lot of time, money and emotion, but it’s nice to think that you are re-inventing the greatest love story on Earth rather than just burning a candle for too long. But was Kaleb with a K different? Was he special? Was this the boy for whom SLB would reform his slutty ways? Was this the boy who would tame SLB’s promiscuous habits? Would their passion weather the storm of ten thousand miles and goodness knows how long? Was leaving a mistake?After one last perfect date strolling along Southbank hand in hand, and a night of perfect sex later, SLB fronted up to the airport early the next morning leaving London and Kaleb with a K behind. Preparing to get sloshed on the plane, these questions plagued SLB, the worst of which: Was SLB…in love with Kaleb with a K?As his plane sped away from Heathrow, he thought he just might be...