Shimmer and shine
I would say it was unexpected. I would say I was surprised. But really it was neither. It was nice. In fact, it was a bit like the last scene in “Amelie” when you see her in bed next to Nino smiling that little knowing smile of hers.
Friday night, I hung out with Gideon. Right off the bat, he seemed to be a bit more personable, his usual bit of snideness was tempered with a bit of warmth. He was loquacious, and asked me about myself instead of letting me steer the conversation. And at the end of the night, at the Mix, he confessed that he knew I liked him and that he liked me. That something had clicked, and he realized that I’d been dropping hints all the while. We even made out at the Mix, and thensome back at his place, part of which took place on his balcony with that amazing view of the Bay.
But enough of that.
It was awesome to get that admission from him, and a few warm and fuzzy texts were exchanged between us the rest of the weekend.
Unfortunately, the next day when I BART-ed home and walked through the door, the guilt sat in–I’d left Sugar overnight without any food in her bowl. Her howls sounded exactly like a baby’s, I kid you not. Brandon asked if she’d been hungry the previous night and whether or not he should feed her if she starts up like that. I felt bad, but I hadn’t planned on not coming home. Seriously, Child Protective Services should be called on my ass.
