I fucking hate family outings at the best of times, and this time was definitely not one of the best. In June last year, my grandmother on dad's side was having her 80th birthday. As she was rich as a troll, she invited the family to a weekend trip to the French Riviera. It's just a three-hour flight from Sweden where we live. But since I have little contact with my brother Patrick and his family (his wife Paula, daughter Helen and son Jimmy) and care even less for my spinster aunt and widowed uncle, spending three days of my vacation on them felt a bit like a waste. None of them approve of my gayness. However I get along fine with dad and granny so I felt I couldn't break their hearts by rejecting the invitation.
So all of us met up at Stockholm's international Airport Arlanda on a cloudy Friday morning. When I arrived, the first person I saw was my brother Patrick. He is nine years older than me (which means 45 I'm 36). No one could guess we're brothers. He's fat and his blond hair was greasy and badly cut. To be fair, he was really handsome up to his 30th birthday, but then he just lost interest in his appearance. I'm well built and defined from spending a lot of time at the gym. I've got thick black hair that shows no sign of falling of. Yeah I'm of course obsessed with my looks, but hey, as a single gay guy, what can you do?
Patrick was staring at a screen showing all the flights. He was breathing heavily and his shirt was wet from his perspiration. Before I could say anything I heard the shrill voice of his wife Paula behind me. She shouted my name: "Tom! How nice to see you. You look fantastic!"
So all of us met up at Stockholm's international Airport Arlanda on a cloudy Friday morning. When I arrived, the first person I saw was my brother Patrick. He is nine years older than me (which means 45 I'm 36). No one could guess we're brothers. He's fat and his blond hair was greasy and badly cut. To be fair, he was really handsome up to his 30th birthday, but then he just lost interest in his appearance. I'm well built and defined from spending a lot of time at the gym. I've got thick black hair that shows no sign of falling of. Yeah I'm of course obsessed with my looks, but hey, as a single gay guy, what can you do?
Patrick was staring at a screen showing all the flights. He was breathing heavily and his shirt was wet from his perspiration. Before I could say anything I heard the shrill voice of his wife Paula behind me. She shouted my name: "Tom! How nice to see you. You look fantastic!"