Bay-b-b-b-bay-beh, Don’t blow me away
Last night I had dinner with Gideon, my old paramour of yore. I met him in front of the erstwhile Virgin Megastore (*sniffle*) after he’d finished a wine tasting for work. He looked dashing. We did Italian in North Beach, took a stroll ’round the area, and did a few drinks at Amante.
And he told me he broke up with his boyfriend.
Is that a smile on my face? P’raps.
I’m just trying to take it slow. I can’t read how he feels about me and don’t want to rush. But he does like hanging out with me. Although he didn’t know the movie “Pollyanna” and kept questioning my references to it (I’d been trying to cheer him up over the economy situation), and that flick’s an inspiration to me.
Got a text from him today thanking me for the good time and good dinner, and saying we’ll do again soon. So we shall wait. And we shall see. And I hate waiting. And I’m having trouble seeing because I’m sweating into my contacts at the gym and it’s making them permanently dirty.
