Peter Felton If there was a meme for being a total cliché? That would be me.
It wouldn’t even need a description, just a pathetic snapshot of me in my threadbare pyjamas, standing at my filthy kitchen table, staring into the wall like a loser.
Because that is exactly who I was. The middle-aged widower caught up in his very own hell of a midlife crisis. The guy who wasn’t over his dead wife. The single dad. Pathetic, Peter. Utterly pathetic.
The guy who thought… I didn’t know what I’d been thinking. Because if someone had told me that at forty-five, I’d willingly go on a reality-TV dating show? Yeah. You get the picture.
The memes were brutal. Every single one of them was bouncing around the internet like a contagious super virus. The internet was forever. And so was love.
It wasn’t who I was, this…this joke of a man I’d become. It never was, and now? Now I was standing here wondering how I would ever leave the house again.
Oliver Jacobs When I was a kid, I thought I was invincible. Turns out…sometimes I was. Sometimes my confidence took me places, and anyway. When I fell? I got up.
Made a plan, organised my options and ran with the obvious solution. I was good like that. But I hadn’t counted on…this one plan going so very, very wrong. So terribly, awfully wrong.
Because my requests were simple and easy. Youngish, around my age. No facial hair. Nice. No kids, no baggage. Also gay. And then? They gifted me…Peter Fenton. Everything I hadn’t asked for.
And now he is all I want. So…should I save the date? Or just swallow down the fact that Oliver Jacobs…just made the biggest mistake of his life.
