eBoy
He’d had it. That was IT. What he had done this time was e-nough. ENOUGH. He was rationally telling himself that he could not possibly throw his boyfriend out for having eaten half a yoghurt and leaving the other half by the loo. But he knew as well, and the boyfriend knew as well that this whole thing wasn’t about the bloody yoghurt anyways. It was about picking his nose, it was about coming back too late to watch a movie, it was about that horrid bar in the corner he loved so much. Anyways, whatever had happened, it was real: he had had it and he was positive this was definitive.The other one didn’t look too shocked (he had it coming), but he did look quite desperate. He didn’t know where to go, what to do, what to leave and what to take. So they agreed to behave like grown ups (for once) and share the space for a few more days until the hot mess had cooled down.
A week after taking such an adult resolution, he felt everything had changed for the worse. He was pretty sure the other one was just waiting for him to calm down and forget it all until he could decide on a more convenient company. But he would not allow that, oh no, he would so not allow that. He had an idea, you see. In his sleepless nights full of hatred and dispair he had mapped out a plan. He’d put his boyfriend up for sale on eBay. He now realized that would probably be illegal, but the idea still sounded fabulous. So here was its evolution: he’d create a website were every person in the universe could put up their partners for the same reason they put their belongings in eBay: too old fashioned, doesn’t fit anymore, don’t care for it too much, too expensive to keep. the name came easily, eBoy.
He put up a picture of his ex looking smiley, beautiful (he was, really). He wrote a description, all truth, just a bit of blush and gloss here and there to highlight certain aspects, and a bit of cover up to hide the flaws. It was stunning. Not an hour had passed that he got the first enquiry. The someone offered 1 dollar. Next day, the man was worth 50 dollars and there were two more boyfriends up for sale or exchange.
The rest is history. EBoy TM grew to a massive site, hundreds of presentations, thousands of newspaper pages. He knew quite a few people who had met their partners through the site (a man’s rubbish is another man’s treasure, isn’t it?). He even developed further products to help recycle your lovers. Nowadays, our hero can’t help but smiling everytime he goes past the big, bright pink open recycling containers of the eBoy project. Always brimming with men and women that were now looking for a loving home.
