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Gary never thought that he would find another partner after Craig passed away. But a few months ago he met Patrick on Zoosk and that never began to turn into maybe into a you should never say never. They clicked on multiple levels from music taste to values. Even without meeting in person Gary could tell that Patrick's personality complimented his own. They had the same dry humor, distaste of poultry pop culture, and sexual proclivities. Now Gary was no fool, nor was this his first time at the rodeo; the grey veil of the internet had been lifted from his eyes years ago, and he was not going to commit belief to anything (even the knockout pictures that they had exchanged). Yet, against his better grasp of reality he found himself falling for Patrick. So he arranged for Patrick and himself to meet at a local 'hole in the wall' gay bar that was in between both of their houses. One of those places that has enough people in it to be a bar but not enough to be a club. Not to mention that they decided to meet on a Tuesday. The following is a dictation of their encounter. 

Gary: Patrick. 

Patrick: Hey.

Gary: Thank God

Patrick: Excuse me.

Gary: I spent the past 5 minutes hoping that you weren't that fat guy at the corner of the bar.

Patrick: Really?

Gary: Yeah, I mean you know the shit guys pull.

Patrick: No, I get it. No worries I'm real.

Gary: You look great. 

Patrick: So do you. 

Gary: Thank you, 

Patrick: So it's nice to put a face with all of the pics. 

Gary: Yeah. 

Patrick: So how are you?

Gary: I'm better now. So do you like the bar. 

Patrick: Yeah, I've heard about this place but I've never come, good choice. 

Gary: Can I get you a drink? I already got my beer. 

Patrick: I see that.  G&T. 

Gary ordered the gin and tonic and hands it to Patrick

Patrick: Thanks. You know I have to be honest, I was beginning to think that we were never going to meet. 

Gary: Yeah, I'm a little slow to move in that department. 

Patrick: It's ok. I know you've gone through some stuff, so I just decided to be patient. 

Gary: Thanks. You're really hot. 

Patrick: Look if we are going to do this. Let's get one thing straight. I know you look good and I look good as well. Let's not waste a bunch of time licking each others asses by buttering each other up. I'd rather tell you that I just want to get out of here as quickly as possible and into one of our beds. 

Gary: See that's why I like you. No bullshit. Plus I agree with you. I spent all day planning how I was going to undress you. 

Patrick: Ditto. 

Gary: So what are we waiting for?

Patrick set his drink down on the bar and moved so their bodies were up against one another

Patrick: You tell me. 

Gary moved and they embraced into a long kiss then Gary felt something poke him in a wet gushy way. He felt light headed and felt a wet spot on his stomach begin to seep through his button down shirt. Sometimes it takes awhile to realized that you've been stabbed. Patrick pulled hiself out of the kiss and kept his mouth to Gary's ear. 

Patrick: See the funny thing is my wife was the one that picked you out. Hell awaits you faggot.

Tell your stupid partner when you see him that he meant nothing to you but the hopes of fucking some random guy you met on the internet.  

Gary tried to reply but all came out was blood. Owen the bar tender had been watching out the corner of his eye and even though he was bi-polar he had no trouble purchasing a hand gun last week. He took it out and planted a bullet into Patrick's temple.