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“Well, hello there. It’s your sexually fluid friend, Anna Richardson… and this is Naked Attraction.”
Cue music.
“This is the dating show that likes to let it all hang out,” Anna continues. “Can picking a partner based solely on natural beauty help you find the one?”
Cue narration, as a clip of a smiling, gingery-blond man plays.
This week, on Naked Attraction, our first love-lorn contestant is newly out bisexual, Nick Nelson. At age 24, Nick hails from Kent, has a degree in Photojournalism from the University of Leeds, and works for a major media conglomerate. He’s been nominated by both his mother Sarah and his best friend, Darcy Olsson.
“Nicky really just needs to put himself out there. I mean, I’m not an idiot, I know my son is sexually active. I know he has a type, if his bedroom posters over the years are any indicator. He’s just too shy and nervous half the time to approach anyone like that,” Sarah muses.
The interviewer coughs. “You’re not worried about your son exposing himself on national television?”
Sarah pauses. “Wait… I missed that part of it. He has to get naked, too?!”
“It’s only fair.”
“Well. Quite. I suppose.”
Friend Darcy definitely feels much better about this process, and let us know all about it. We met up with the bubbly blonde for a chat to fill us in on her desire to nominate her best friend.
“You’re rather cute, why aren’t you and Nick a thing?”
Darcy snorts. “Listen, I agree that Nick is quite the catch, but I’m an absolute lesbian. Hence the ‘best friend’ title.”
“We take it that your efforts to wingwoman for him haven’t gone well?” the interviewer enquires.
“Absolutely not,” Darcy replies, shaking her head. “Big Nicky there, despite being a rough and tumble rugby player, has absolutely no rizz. Facts. Hardcore bisexual disaster. Crumbles around anyone he fancies.”
Even the interviewer can’t help himself and starts laughing. “How on Earth is he going to keep it together looking at several sets of vulvas, cocks and balls, arses, and boobs?”
“Isn’t that one of the best parts of it?” she giggles.
Never underestimate the meddling powers of a chaotic lesbian best friend, that’s for sure. Just to be clear, Nick absolutely understands what he’s getting himself into. Let’s catch up with our single rugby lad and see what he’s hoping to get out of this. And how he convinced himself to go on with this.
“Nick, why are you taking this rather extreme opportunity to find connection?”
Nick looks rather thoughtful for a moment and then replies, “Well, to be honest, I know I’m not very good at approaching people.”
“Right, Darcy did mention that. And we quote, ‘Hardcore disaster bisexual. Crumbles around anyone he fancies,’ end quote.”
“Of course,” Nick mumbles, hanging his head in a combination of annoyance and recognition of his own plight. “I guess I just think that if we go straight in with the nudity, it will help me when it comes time to actually talking to them?”
“Hmm, a sound consideration. At that point you’ve seen their entire bodies, what’s to clam up about?”
“Exactly,” Nick says brightly. “Also, I’ve only just come to terms with my bisexuality. I’ve really only dated girls before and I find the male dating pool to be a bit… intimidating?”
A cackle resounds from off screen. “Shut up, Darcy! It’s true! I mean, I think I know what I might like, but I’m not really sure.”
Well, there you have it folks. A baby bisexual, prodded on by both his doting, yet unaware mother and his chaotic, meddling best friend. How will our hunky rugby lad do in this situation? Let’s go find out!
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Cue music.
“Well hello there, young Nicholas. Or is it Nicky? Nick?” Anna chirps.
Nick sighs. “It’s Nick. Only my mum calls me Nicky. Or Darcy, when she’s pestering me.”
“Well, Nick, are you ready to dive into this round of Naked Attraction?”
“I suppose so, Anna.”
The host returns that affirmation with a smile. “So Nick, you’re newly out as bisexual. How’s that gone?”
“Fairly well, actually. My brother was a bit of a dick at first, but then he admitted to being in denial about his own bisexuality, which started a whole different level of sibling rivalry,” Nick starts rambling.
“Oh wow! Two bisexual guys in the family! Well, that’s fun! I can only imagine a porn studio writing some script up right now,” Anna remarks, chuckling.
Nick’s eyes pop at that. “Oh. Erhm. Yeah? Not common, I guess.”
“Well, I’m glad it’s going well,” Anna continues, completely unworried about her prior remark. “Now, because you’re bisexual, we’ve given you a lot of choice here. Three female presenting bodies and three male presenting bodies. As I always say, variety is the spice of life. Are you ready to get spicy?”
Nick takes a deep breath. “Let’s do this, Anna.”
“Alright! Round one! Reveal.Those. Privates!”
Six rectangular prism glass boxes are in the distance, each with different colour backdrops — green, blue, red, yellow, pink, and orange — from left to right. As Anna shouts out for the reveal, solid glass in those colours begins to rise. Slowly, it reveals feet (hopefully well manicured, because Christ on a Bike, this is national television), followed by legs of all varieties, and then the treasure of round one. The privates. Six sets of genitalia, three very biologically female, three very biologically male. The glass stops at the waist.
Nick stares on, his eyes practically popping out. He knows that this is the point of the show, but at the same time, it still doesn’t stop the shock. It’s one thing to be privately DM’d a nude photo on some dating app, it’s another thing entirely to see it right before your eyes.
“Now Nick, let’s go appraise the goods, shall we? At a distance, what seems to catch your eye?”
Nick gravitates toward the “female” side of things at first, contestant green pulling his curiosity. “Uhh, box three.”
“Okay. Now tell me, Nick, what do you like about contestant Green's body?”
Nick also knows that this is part of the whole schtick, but answering such a question like that is still not easy. “Uhh, well. I like that she’s curvy, but looks like a fit curviness? If you know what I mean? Like, her legs look quite strong, almost as if she’s a dancer.”
“Oh! Strong legs. Gets good pushback in the bedroom, doesn’t it?” Anna remarks.
Nick immediately flushes. “Oh, umm, right. Yeah. I didn’t even think about that at first.”
“Oh, you’re so sweet, dear Nick. What else about contestant Green? How do you feel about her bits?”
Nick nearly hacks a cough. “Uh, well. It looks nice? Very neatly kept, which I think means she takes good care of herself. That’s a good sign, right?”
Anna shrugs. “I think it’s all up to personal preference there. I suppose we’ll find out about your habits soon enough?”
The redness intensifies on Nick’s face and he reaches to scratch his neck, letting out a nervous laugh. “Oh, right, right.”
“Well, what about contestants Blue and Red? Thoughts there before we discuss anyone on the male side of things?”
Nick purses his lips. Blue looks quite fit, like she might even be a professional model. As hot as her lower half looks, it’s rather intimidating. Is she too fit for him? Would he feel self-conscious about his thicker body? Some women like plenty of cake on a man and thick thighs, but also expect rippling abs. Nick’s much softer than that. He’s proud of his solid upper body, including his chest, and his dump-truck ass.
“Uhh, I’m not sure. Blue looks quite slender, almost model-like. So, that’s something. But I’m not sure that’s for me?”
Anna scoffs in surprise. “Not sure? I mean, you did say that your type was very ‘Zooey Deschanel’ and such, but I guess we’ll have to see if that’s reflected in the rest of Contestant Blue. Righty-ho, onto the men.”
Nick turns to look at the male contestants, eyeing them all curiously. Immediately, two stand out to him: contestant Yellow and contestant Pink. Orange is super built, it’s rather intimidating. In fact, he almost looks like he could pick Nick up and pile drive him into a bed. While Nick wouldn’t mind exploring that aspect of his bisexuality, he appears too rough and tumble. Yellow and Pink on the other hand have more slender and average builds respectively. He notices the golden-tan of contestant Yellow’s skin. His thighs and legs look like that of a runner, and dark, curly hair crowns his pubic region.
Nick never thought of dark, curly pubic hair as hot, but suddenly he’s thinking about puppies and other cute things to prevent himself from chubbing up on television.
“Well?”
Nick smiles. “Surprisingly, I feel a lot more decisive about these.”
“Oh really now?” Anna quips in surprise. “Do tell. Spill the tea.”
“Uh, well contestant Yellow really stuck out to me. Um…I didn’t think I would be this attracted to pubic hair, but I really like his?”
“The pubes?!” Anna exclaims. “What about the penis itself?”
Nick hums. “That’s quite nice, too, I suppose. Looks like it’s got a bit of a curve.”
Anna nods enthusiastically. “And not that I’m assuming your penetrative preferences, but I’ve always been told that a good curve hits the right spot, if you know what I mean?”
Nick can’t help but snort at that, and Anna smiles at her own work making him open up a bit more. “Well, what about Pink and Orange?”
“Well, I like Pink, too. He’s got an average build. I’m not against that at all. I won’t lie, I think his penis looks a bit intimidating. Same thing with Orange.”
Anna hums in agreement. “Right, right. If he’s a grower, that monster might be a solid 8 or 9 inches long. Same thing with you, Mr. Orange.”
Contestant Orange gives two thumbs up and Nick laughs in response. That cheeky shit.
Nick continues, “And Orange is obviously built. Like proper fit. But at the same time, I just can’t see myself with a guy like that? I would feel self-conscious, perhaps? Or I’m not ready to get tossed around in the bedroom.”
“Ooh la la, tossed around in the bedroom. Well, on that note, dear Nick. You’ve got to pick one contestant to say goodbye to. Who won’t make it to the next round?”
Nick looks through the contestants really quickly, but he’s fairly certain about this earliest decision.
“I’m so so sorry, but contestant Red. She just doesn’t do much for me,” Nick says apologetically.
“Contestant Red!” Anna practically yells, as the glass screen rises dramatically.
Behind the glass, a curvaceous red-haired woman emerges. Her breasts are pert, her smile is vivid and warm, with full lips, and her eyes are a sparkling green-blue. She saunters out of the box and gives Nick a hug. He’s not fully prepared for that part. She’s about two feet shorter than him, but looks plenty spunky.
“So sorry, love. Nick, this is Katie. She’s 24 and an estate agent from Newcastle. Katie, now you get to see Nick. What’s your thoughts on this?”
A smirk appears on her face. “I mean, you’ve got to be a bit unhinged and horny to do a show like this. Obviously sad I didn’t get chosen — he looks like sex on a stick.”
Nick blushes and Anna cackles. “Sex on a stick indeed. Well, farewell dear Katie. Thanks for playing.”
“Ta!” she says, sauntering off to get clothed.
Cue more music.
“Well, Nick. Are you ready for round two?”
Nick laughs. “Well, now that I’m all warmed up, I think so.”
“Alright then, show more body!” Anna yells.
The glass dividers continue to rise, slowly. Now, abdomens are being revealed slowly, and then finally breasts and chests, stopping right at the neck.
“Okay Nick, let’s do this. What do you want to more closely examine?”
Nick swirls his finger in the air. “Can we have them all show off their arses?”
“What a splendid idea,” Anna giggles. “You heard the man. Contestants, please turn around for us.”
Nick steps up to the boxes, again, carefully appraising the size and shape of each arse in front of him. Contestant Green looks like she has a solid butt, perhaps one of a dancer? Blue’s butt is decent, too. Normal. Nothing to write off, yet nothing to write home about. Contestant Orange has a huge, muscular mound of ass. Nick almost feels jealous about how nice of an ass he has. Contestant Pink has a bit of a bubble butt, not muscular per se, but also not small. Yellow, on the other hand, has the cutest little butt Nick’s ever laid eyes on. It’s not flat, but not overdone. It’s like the Goldilocks Zone of arses — just right.
“Can we have them face the front again? I think I’ve seen what I need to see,” Nick says. He’s smiling like a bit of an idiot at this point. As shocking as it all is, basing this all on looks alone, the process is strangely fun.
“Okay you lot, twirl back around for us!” Anna barks. They turn again, and now Nick’s faced with tits. Lots of tits.
“Well, what do you think?”
“I’ve got to be really honest here, I keep noticing good things about contestant Yellow. I don’t know if the perfect arse exists, but I think that’s as close to perfection as we can get. The size and shape, and not to mention, the spattering of dark hairs in the crack there.”
“Ohh? You are a hair guy?” Anna asks, her tone saucy.
Nick giggles. “Apparently we’re learning new things about ourselves today. Uh... I also notice how nice his fingers are?”
“Oh my! Nice fingers. You know what they say about that, don’t you?”
Nick just shakes his head, his face growing redder by the second. Anna doesn’t press it, but continues on, “Well, what didn’t you like this round?”
“Honestly, I’m kind of neutral on contestant Blue, but I might need to see a face. Contestant Orange, on the other hand, I’m a bit worried that he’s too muscular for me? Again, like his boobies are bigger than mine!”
Anna practically wets herself. “Boobies. Oh my, you called them boobies. Sorry, I need a minute to recover.”
Cheekily, contestant Orange flexes his pecs. Quite the little shit.
“Well, it sounds like you’ve made your decision then. Who’s getting the chop, this round?”
“It’s most definitely,” Nick pauses for drama, “Contestant Orange. Sorry, man.”
The screen rises to reveal a handsome, dirty-blond man. He’s got a bit of a roguish face, definitely a cheeky smirk on it, bright blue eyes, and a bit of a mullet going. Nick almost faints at how hot he is, but that also reaffirms what he already knows — Orange is not for him.
“We’re saying goodbye to Padraig, from Northern Ireland. Padraig is 30, works as a carpenter, and has a five year-old son. He’s also bisexual.”
The smirking man winks at Nick before giving him a hug and then speaking in a feverishly erotic Irish accent. “Such a shame. Could have also been your daddy.”
Nick nearly catches himself at that, breathing a raspy, showy breath. Anna pretends to fan her crotch and cackles. “Ooof, I think we can all say we might want him as our daddy.”
Cue more music.
“I think I’m ready for round three, Anna.”
“Right you are. Round three. It’s time to reveal the faces! Let’s go!”
The screens slip up even more, finally revealing the faces of the contestants, and then the dramatic music ceases.
In a classic bisexual dilemma, everyone is beautiful. Contestant Blue has gorgeous, shoulder length dark hair. It really does make her tits pop a bit more. Her eyes are blue-grey, but not quite in a shimmering sense. Nick rejoices at the fact that he’s kept contestant Green around. Not only is she proper fit, but her natural hair and warm, amber-toned eyes are simply gorgeous. She smiles nervously, as if she’s even more uncertain about this entire situation than him. The slight fidgeting of Green is in stark contrast to the confident, posturing of Blue; the latter clearly likes showing off.
On the other side, contestant Pink is staring out at Nick with a degree of mournfulness. He really can’t quite figure out how to interpret why that’s the case. Pink is nice enough to look at, very close cropped hair and brown eyes. Perhaps he’s not too impressed with Nick? Yellow on the other hand, seems to be fighting back a growing erection. That immediately catches Nick’s attention, before it becomes excessively diverted by three very important features: dimples, deep blue eyes, and dense curls. Holy shit .
Nick can feel himself wet his lips. Contestant Yellow is gorgeous beyond belief. He must have noticed Nick’s attention and smiles, those dimples tugging at Nick’s heartstrings immediately. That dense, curly hair is darker than coal, and so well coiffed. Nick just wants to run his hands through it, kiss those pretty lips, see that warm smile and dimples, and peer into those gorgeous eyes. They must be deep blue enough, because from afar they almost appear black.
“Well, Nick, I can see something or someone’s caught your fancy,” Anna quips. Nick instinctively adjusts his trousers at that. Indeed.
“Uh, I definitely have two favourites,” Nick replies awkwardly, continuing to adjust himself.
“Do tell.”
“Uh, I like the confidence of Blue. That’s always sexy. I like the warmth and kindness in Green’s eyes, which I think is important. And, well… Yellow really blows me away. His dimples and his hair. He’s so beautiful.”
Anna feigns shock, given how she caught him chubbing up daydreaming about contestant Yellow. “Wow! Strikingly honest. I notice you haven’t said anything about contestant Pink?”
Nick just hums and nods.
“Does that mean…for the person to go this round…?”
“Yeah. Sorry, Pink. I don’t think we’d work out. That look you gave me earlier just didn’t sit right with me,” Nick says apologetically.
Contestant Pink emerges from his box as Anna reads out, “Alec is 27 and a journalist from London, working on critical reporting about environmental law, geography, and politics. So a very similar field!”
“Oh my god, that’s why the look! I knew I recognized you!”
Alec crosses his arms and walks to Nick. “Yeah. I didn’t realise this based on your voice alone, but we met at a dinner like… a year ago? Talked briefly. You weren’t interested.”
Anna gasps. “Oh my gosh. What a coincidence! How did that escape us?”
Nick shrugs. “I mean, I’m equally surprised. I wasn’t interested then, and not now. Sorry.”
“S’okay, I’ll survive. I think contestant Yellow’s more my type, anyway,” Alec quips as he walks off.
Nick frowns at that, furrowing his brows as Anna practically screeches. “Shocking! What a revelation!”
Anything for the drama. This round wasn’t particularly helpful, and now Nick truly has a crisis on his hands. Confident, sexy woman contestant Blue? Warm, inviting, yet shy contestant Green? Or sexy, glowing, contestant Yellow? How does he decide? Will hearing them be enough? He’s not convinced.
“Okay, contestants! It’s time for the voice round,” Anna barks again. “When I say your colour, you’ll tell us your name, your least favourite part of your body, and your most favourite part of your body. You ready, Nick?”
“Yeah. Let’s go!” He’s trying to appear exuberant in the face of this monumental decision-making process.
“Okay, contestant Blue!” Anna yells, sounding a bit snappy.
Blue smiles, but then an unexpected Scottish accent drawls out. “Hi, my name is Lizzy and I’m from Glasgow. My favourite part of my body’s got to be my tits, hands down. I just love how nice they look, especially with my hair. My least favourite part has got to be my hips. They’re just not as curvaceous as I’d like.”
Nick blinks. “Oh. Hi there, Lizzy.” She waves back.
“Okay, next up — Green!”
Green waves shyly. Her accent is similar to Nick’s. “Hi there, I’m Tara. I’m from Rochester. Uh, I think my favourite body part would be my butt, because it always looks good in denim, and my least favourite part would be my chin. It just throws off the rest of my face.”
Nick just smiles, nodding along with Tara. Not that he sees what she sees — her chin looks quite lovely from here. “Understandable, Tara. I always think my jaw is a bit too rounded. We’re our own worst critics, aren’t we?”
Anna practically snorts at the veiled flirting as Tara sort of wiggles and smiles back at Nick. “Okay! Contestant Yellow!”
Contestant Yellow smiles softly, but his voice sounds much stormier and a bit deeper than Nick imagined. Almost sultry. “Hi there, my name’s Charlie. I’m from a smaller town in Kent. My favourite part of my body has to be my hands. I think my least favourite part is my chest, mostly because I wish it was a bit fuller.”
“Thank you, Charlie, and all of our contestants,” Anna says firmly. “Now Nick, what do you have to say about all of this?”
Nick gazes over the three naked bodies in front of him. They’re all truly lovely, but only two of them can see him naked, and he has a strong feeling about which two.
“Uh, well I can’t go wrong with any of their voices. I mean, Lizzy’s accent is to die for. And a Kentish man myself, both Tara and Charlie are lovely. Such a difficult choice.”
“Indeed,” Anna adds. “Consider the whole thing so far. Who are you going to send home?”
Nick glances between Tara and Lizzy, liking them both very much. He has to admit to himself though, that he feels more drawn to Tara for some reason, one he can’t quite describe. “Uh… I think I’ll have to say goodbye to Lizzy. So sorry, Lizzy!”
Lizzy steps out of her box and shrugs. “It’s alright, I think I might be too mum-like for you, anyway, dear.”
“Lizzy is a musician and author from Glasgow, and is 33. In her spare time, she likes to go to the gym and drink craft beer,” Anna reads neutrally, as if she can’t make sense of any of those things.
Lizzy gives Nick a tight hug, her boobs pressing against him firmly. Oh, he might miss those, but overall, both Tara and Charlie feel like perfect catches for him. And fuck, is that a major problem.
“Alright, Nick. You know the deal now. It’s time to get down to your birthday suit, and then both Charlie and Tara will get to appraise your naked body.”
He can see Tara fidget a bit at that, but most importantly, he can see one of Charlie’s brows quirk and a hungry look paint his face just before Nick turns to go disrobe himself. There’s certainly a bit of a pull there, but there’s still an underlying fear as to what Charlie will think of him. Obviously, in his clothes, Nick appears tall and well built. They don’t reveal the softer, thicker side of him, and Charlie is proper fit and slender. Maybe he’ll think Nick has too much of a croissant tummy?
Whenever he walks back out into the filming area, he sees properly shocked looks on both Tara and Charlie’s faces. Anna then beckons both of them forward. It is time for their thoughts on Nick. He can feel himself blushing furiously, the pink splotches appearing on his chest as well. Christ on a bike, he hopes his mum tells no one about this. He might die if his Aunt Diane mentions it, or anyone he works with really.
“So, Tara. Tell us, what do you like about Nick?”
Tara glances up and down his body. “Well, he’s quite burly. That’s nice. Like he could tackle someone if they’re bothering me.”
“Grrrr, big strong man,” Anna pretends to growl. “Anything else?”
“I guess his eyes are lovely, too. They’ve got a really solid, warm, honey colour to them. Really draws you in.”
“Right, right. Beautiful eyes. Okay, let’s turn to Charlie,” Anna proceeds, waving to the man.
“Oh god, Anna. I don’t even know what to say? I mean, what’s not to like? He’s gorgeous. His strawberry blond hair, the way it swoops. Those arms, fuck me. Those thighs? Jesus Christ. I’m sorry, I don’t normally fawn so much over men, but —”
“We can tell, Charlie. You’re really a grower, aren’t you?” Anna adds, her salacious voice drawing Nick’s attention to the very curvy, decently sized appendage between Charlie’s legs.
Charlie squeaks at that and the cameras seem to remain panned above the waist level. Probably for the best, because Nick is growing more and more sure that the only person he wants to see that erection is himself.
“Nick’s thicker cock’s another thing I like,” Charlie adds sheepishly.
Tara practically guffaws at that and murmurs, “Oh my god.”
Nick can feel himself twitch, his own length beginning to harden. Holy hell, he’s down so bad. “Anna, I think I’ve made my decision.”
“I think that’s quite evident,” she chirps. “So Nick, who are you choosing to go on this date with?”
Nick lips his lips and then looks at Charlie hungrily. “Sorry Tara, but I’m choosing Charlie.”
Charlie smiles and steps forward, hugging Nick warmly. Their naked bodies press together, semi-erect cock smashing into semi-erect cock. Nick hears Tara sigh in relief, and both he and Charlie turn to her in confusion.
“What?”
“Thank god. I wasn’t 100% sure about it before, but now I am. I am definitely a lesbian. Thank you for helping me figure that out, Nick.”
Nick’s mouth hangs open in shock, and Charlie suppresses some giggles. Anna practically howls.
“My god, in a Naked Attraction first, we have sexuality crisis resolution! Well, let’s get these folks all clothed and see where things go from here, shall we?”
Pan to a random bar in London, somewhere. Probably Soho. Nick’s waiting with a beer in hand, sipping carefully. He’s already ordered a gin & tonic for Charlie, because Charlie told Nick that the smell of Nick’s cologne reminds him of a good G&T. Their first date, fully clothed and ready to talk about whatever strikes their fancy. Cameras are set up to capture multiple angles, hopefully an awkward moment or two, maybe even a kiss. Nick turns when he hears footsteps nearby and sees Charlie enter, wearing stylish skinny jeans and an even nicer looking jumper.
Nick looks simply awestruck. “Hi.”
“Hi.”
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Three weeks later
A random futon in a film studio.
Nick settles down on the futon, trying to make himself comfortable. He understands why he’s being asked to do this, and in fact, it is part of the contract. He’d rather not though. Things between him and Charlie are going very well. As it turns out, they don’t live that far apart, so they’ve seen each other about six or seven times in the past three weeks. They also have had fantastic sex pretty much each of those times — their chemistry is off the charts, both in and out of the bedroom. The typical person might find that to be rather embarrassing, but Nick doesn’t. He also rather wishes to keep that part private — what they’re building is so new, yet also, so precious. There’s a sense of longevity and promise to it.
The interviewer guy motions for Charlie to enter the camera shot. The younger man slinks in and sits next to Nick, smiling at him warmly. After giving them time to settle in, the man behind the camera begins to ask them questions.
“So, how are things going?”
“Very, very well,” Nick replies.
Charlie nods emphatically. “We get along so well. It’s actually quite lovely. We are very different in a lot of ways, but that ends up strengthening our relationship, I think.”
“I agree with that, completely,” Nick adds.
The interviewer smiles. “And, have you seen each other since the last date?”
Nick immediately begins to blush. “Well…”
“Now don't be modest,” the interviewer interjects.
Charlie sighs contentedly. “We’ve seen each other at least six times in the past three weeks.”
“Crikey!”
Nick blushes some more. “I think, honestly, that we’d meet in any universe. Maybe at secondary in one. Or we’d be members of Parliament in another? Oh, I’ve got it! Famous cricket players, yeah! I’ve always been curious about how to play.”
“Dunno. Perhaps we’d meet if he played professional rugby and I was his PR guy, or if he fished the North Sea and I was a lonely academic taking a sabbatical by the shore. And I did have that dream of you as a tree. Maybe one of those universes,” Charlie adds as he gazes longingly into Nick’s eyes.
The interview guy just stands there, speechless, but keeps the camera rolling. The rest of his questions seem like a moot point when they moon over each other like this. It’s quite obvious that they plan on continuing to see each other. Maybe he better ask them when they plan to move in together and get married? Or if they envision children in the future? But he doesn’t ask.
The footage feels like evidence enough to answer them.