Ian Ferguson and his best friend, Brian Taylor, spend every Saturday morning, like clockwork, at the YMCA on East Monroe in Alexandria, VA, playing a game of hoops with other men, who in their day, swore they would be the next Michael Jordan. They enjoy the camaraderie and jostling of being in friendly combat with other men in their age group. The group of men, whether it is two or five or ten, call themselves the Mid-Agers. And, it is the only time since their college days that these grown men feel they can act like fools with no repercussions, speak whatever is on their minds, and wear sweaty clothes without hearing the moans and groans from their wives or significant others.
Ian and Brian are both married, but despise matrimony for different reasons. Even though Ian loves his wife, Evelyn, unconditionally, it is getting more difficult everyday to answer what it is about her that he loves. She always find creative ways to put distance between them. Brian supplies the answer with a ready quip, even though he has never been asked the question. He feels it is his duty as Brian’s best friend to snap him out of the slump he sometimes find Ian wallowing in. Brian never misses an opportunity to jab Ian with his point of view. “Man, you are P-whipped!” he would exclaim loudly so that all the other basketball players on the court could hear. The only times he didn’t say the actual word pussy was when other women were in the bleachers watching the informal game.
Once Brian zooms in on a woman he is attracted to that is unattached, and most time he could care less one way or the other, he tries to act as if he wasn’t raised by a pack of wolves. But everyone who interacts with him on any level knows he is nothing more than a whoremonger, married or not, and just accepts his despicable ways.
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