I was out shopping for produce at the natural foods market on a late Friday afternoon. I spotted a young Black Navy man also shopping, still in his coveralls that screamed Navy. I always speak to anyone in uniform and thank them for their service, and did the same with him. He appreciated the recognition and we chatted comfortably about all things Navy, but as a Senior I assumed I was essentially invisible to any twenty-something hunk.
In this case, he was not a lot bigger than me, taller, probably five-ten, but a lanky hundred and sixty pound build. Cute kid, who I learned was from New Jersey and had just been stationed here two weeks earlier. So right there, surrounded by produce and affluent middle-aged and older shoppers, I asked if I could offer him a dinner at my place adding shyly, "You being alone and away from home, it's the least I can do."
Honestly, I expected him to shrug it off and decline. But he was alone - had rented an apartment off-base, and being from New Jersey didn't know his way around the Seattle area. We shook hands and introduced ourselves. His name was Zachary, and he immediately said, "Great, but I am vegetarian."
I replied, "That's perfect, so am I, probably why we're both in the produce section." I introduced myself as Calvin, he asked if he could call me Cal - and added it was fine to just call him Zach. A nice start. I added, "I don't drink, so grab a beer or whatever, if that suits you."
Later I would tell him that I did enjoy legal marijuana here in Washington State, but that if that would get him in trouble with the Navy I would only smoke it in the bathroom or on the patio.
Turned out his small rented apartment was just down the hill from my place, and when we checked out he followed me home. I don't know what he was thinking, but my mind raced as I watched the orange New Jersey license plate following me. Truth is, I didn't think there was a chance in hell that this would be anything more than an interesting casual dinner, and he'd be off to meet up with more age-appropriate Navy friends for the evening.
Once inside he seemed to enjoy my place and made immediate friends with my dog. Then we planned and went to work on a salad, and rice dish that was mostly already prepared. I gave him a glass and poured him the local craft beer he'd bought, and went into my second bathroom for a minute to have a first toke. He smelled it when I came out, and apologized that he was straight from work and probably didn't smell great.
Turns out he was an Engineer, maintaining huge refrigeration units on the base. I assured him I hadn't noticed, but said, "After a quick bite, I'll be glad to run you a bath if you like, and we can relax a bit and continue our chat."
To my great surprise, he said, "That would be cool - Cal."
I have a nephew in the Navy, he loves his career and has done quite well, so a lot of our dinner chat revolved around my genuine interest in his background and time and aspirations for his own Naval career. Without being too pointed I redirected the talk to, "So, tell me about the boy and girl stuff in your life."
He was comfortable with the question but didn't have a lot to offer, saying "No girlfriend right now, just got out here and the area is pretty White - as you know."
“It sure is, I call this the Great White North." I added, "I always greet and thank all our Navy personnel in the area, but even in the Navy it sure seems to be a mostly White bastion.”
He said solemnly, "That's for sure."
I quickly said, "Well I welcome you and it is an honor to break bread with you, though I honestly didn't think you'd come - hanging out with an older guy when you could be hanging with your buddies. You are such a great looking young man, I'd think women would be all over you." He seemed momentarily shy and quiet at that comment, so I added, "Or - I'd also think that your buddies on base would be all over you too!" He just laughed.
At this point I really didn't know where we stood, I wanted to push things forward - totally new territory for me, but also feared I was totally wrong and wanted to let him make a polite escape. But with dinner mostly over, I made a move, "I can put on some music or some news, run you that bath, or please if you'd rather get going I'll respect that. Don't want you feeling obligated to hang with me."
“Some music would be great," he said "What do you listen to? And yes I need that bath and another beer would be great.”
“Cool, let me get it, Zach, I mostly listen to Blues - have a channel on cable." I felt great that he wanted to stay a bit, "I'll run that bath for you, and be right back with that beer - you can get out of your fatigues and stack 'em by the door." As I headed to the bathroom I hollered back, "I'll grab a bathrobe for you.”