Coffee For Two... or Three

Last night my daughter spent the night at my house.  She was up early, woke me up and asked to go out for donuts.   Well, sure.   I don't eat donuts but I really like Dunkin Donut's coffee.  (I know, I am one of the few gay guys who is not drawn to Starbucks like a moth to a flame.)

She was not going to wait for me to take a shower so I put on a baseball cap and we got in the car.  When we got there, the place was empty and we could have walked right up to the counter and ordered.  Of course, she spent so much time at the drink cooler picking what she wanted, a whole line of people formed.  I didn't mind really.  I was just happy spending time with my little girl.

As she was making her selection, these 2 guys walked in and got in line in front of us.  They were older guys, over 65 if I had to guess.  While they were not "acting gay" my gaydar went off anyway.  I was sure they were together.  

Even before that, I was wishing that T was there with me and my daughter at the coffee shop.  Actually when ever I am anywhere I find myself wishing he was there will me.   But seeing these two guys in there together, made me think of him even more.  I think it would be nice for us to get up on a Sunday morning and head out for coffee together.  Not that we could not make coffee at home, but there is something about going there together.  Sitting at the table and chatting while we sip our coffee and prepare for the rest of the day.

Don't misunderstand.  The time together with my daughter was priceless and I would never trade that.  For now, it would be nice to merge that time, like other families do.  When she is grown, we (T and I) will have that for ourselves.