It's not very attractive - the green eyed monster that is jealousy. But attractive or not, it is a theme in Naked Hero - one that floats around and pops up from time to time.
For the Body Perfect Englishman it is something that takes him by surprise because he has never had cause to feel the emotion before. That's why I found it interesting to tackle jealousy though the eyes of Lee Porter. It gave him a type of innocence, a sort of emotional virginity, that counterbalanced his promiscuity in his sex life. Here's how I introduce the topic with regards to Lee...
Whilst Lewis was making these mental aspersions, the not so innocent perpetrator was in his room lying on his bed, considering the conversation he’d just had. Lee had retreated here to take the call as a few of the lads had returned from the beach, and the last thing he wanted was for any of those blabbermouths to catch wind of his plans and spoil the big surprise that was now lined up for Monday.
Lee knew he should feel happy. Lewis had won. The arrangements were being made – the lad wasn’t backing down. Lee had achieved his initial objective - the place in the box was secure. Of course he should feel happy - but he was oddly ill at ease.
Why?
The answer was simple and his name was Scott Taylor. The American was a complication, but perhaps a necessary one if Lewis were to make the final. Having the help of an ex-champion, and the moral boost he would give, was a big advantage. Scott might well make the difference between success and failure for Lewis, and in turn for himself. Yet Lee still felt uncomfortable about his involvement.
Why?
Lee analysed their chat in an attempt to find out... It was obvious to him that there was more to the relationship than simply helping Lewis prepare for his matches. A dinner date, for example! There had been evasion around that which spoke volumes in Lee’s ears – Lewis had felt guilty, of that
Lee was sure. And as for the idea of them meeting on Monday, sitting side by side in his supporters’ box – Lewis certainly didn’t like that awkward possibility. Was there more going on than a perfectly innocent dinner date - a naughty little secret that was festering away and could scupper Lee’s plans?
Lee shook his head and tried to be rational. Scott was a champion and former number one. The chances were that Lewis had looked up to him as a lad, and might have had a silly teenage crush on the American, as not everybody had an aversion to ginger hair and freckles! That was probably where the guilt lay – in the same way he’d acted guilty about seeing Lee on the website. He was so transparent at times – which Lee found refreshingly sweet. And there was nothing going on – of that Lee was sure. Otherwise the trip to Melbourne would definitely have been canned. Lewis wasn’t the type to mess a man around like that – another refreshing trait that made him stand out from the
masses. So reason stated there was nothing to worry about. On balance Scott Taylor was probably a good thing. But Lee still felt uncomfortable, and he couldn’t reason...
Why?
Most other people would have found it easy to put a name to his disquiet, but Lee Porter was sadly lacking here. He knew the definition, it was a common enough word, but he had never experienced the actual emotion when it came to men. He had been in a few brief relationships over the years, but fidelity was alien to him. It was never promised, nor expected in others, so the emotion had always stayed clear of his path. Selfish promiscuity was the hallmark of Lee’s life. It was a modus operandi that had suited him just fine. But now at a critical juncture, when a huge opportunity was there for the taking, when cold calculation was the order of the day, Lee Porter had become
vulnerable due to an alien state... He had encountered the green-eyed monster that is jealousy and the novelty of actually caring for someone other than himself!
For the Body Perfect Englishman it is something that takes him by surprise because he has never had cause to feel the emotion before. That's why I found it interesting to tackle jealousy though the eyes of Lee Porter. It gave him a type of innocence, a sort of emotional virginity, that counterbalanced his promiscuity in his sex life. Here's how I introduce the topic with regards to Lee...
Whilst Lewis was making these mental aspersions, the not so innocent perpetrator was in his room lying on his bed, considering the conversation he’d just had. Lee had retreated here to take the call as a few of the lads had returned from the beach, and the last thing he wanted was for any of those blabbermouths to catch wind of his plans and spoil the big surprise that was now lined up for Monday.
Lee knew he should feel happy. Lewis had won. The arrangements were being made – the lad wasn’t backing down. Lee had achieved his initial objective - the place in the box was secure. Of course he should feel happy - but he was oddly ill at ease.
Why?
The answer was simple and his name was Scott Taylor. The American was a complication, but perhaps a necessary one if Lewis were to make the final. Having the help of an ex-champion, and the moral boost he would give, was a big advantage. Scott might well make the difference between success and failure for Lewis, and in turn for himself. Yet Lee still felt uncomfortable about his involvement.
Why?
Lee analysed their chat in an attempt to find out... It was obvious to him that there was more to the relationship than simply helping Lewis prepare for his matches. A dinner date, for example! There had been evasion around that which spoke volumes in Lee’s ears – Lewis had felt guilty, of that
Lee was sure. And as for the idea of them meeting on Monday, sitting side by side in his supporters’ box – Lewis certainly didn’t like that awkward possibility. Was there more going on than a perfectly innocent dinner date - a naughty little secret that was festering away and could scupper Lee’s plans?
Lee shook his head and tried to be rational. Scott was a champion and former number one. The chances were that Lewis had looked up to him as a lad, and might have had a silly teenage crush on the American, as not everybody had an aversion to ginger hair and freckles! That was probably where the guilt lay – in the same way he’d acted guilty about seeing Lee on the website. He was so transparent at times – which Lee found refreshingly sweet. And there was nothing going on – of that Lee was sure. Otherwise the trip to Melbourne would definitely have been canned. Lewis wasn’t the type to mess a man around like that – another refreshing trait that made him stand out from the
masses. So reason stated there was nothing to worry about. On balance Scott Taylor was probably a good thing. But Lee still felt uncomfortable, and he couldn’t reason...
Why?
Most other people would have found it easy to put a name to his disquiet, but Lee Porter was sadly lacking here. He knew the definition, it was a common enough word, but he had never experienced the actual emotion when it came to men. He had been in a few brief relationships over the years, but fidelity was alien to him. It was never promised, nor expected in others, so the emotion had always stayed clear of his path. Selfish promiscuity was the hallmark of Lee’s life. It was a modus operandi that had suited him just fine. But now at a critical juncture, when a huge opportunity was there for the taking, when cold calculation was the order of the day, Lee Porter had become
vulnerable due to an alien state... He had encountered the green-eyed monster that is jealousy and the novelty of actually caring for someone other than himself!