Where Was I?

Oh yes, my kettle was boiling...

It would be ungallant of me to go into great detail -- besides, all that stuff didn't matter. It was stupendous - just fun and hot and complete -- but the best part --- was just lying there talking, feet touching, holding him. I SWEAR I'm not going to go into one of those sappy Hallmark commercials. Don't you hate to read that kind of tripe? But shit, when you find yourself -- dare I say it -- happy in someone's arms, everything does change. You get all fuzzy, off balance.

If only for an hour.

After he left, I tried to stay calm and grounded and brace for the inevitable possible letdown when/if no more calls come, but all I could hear were the things he'd said.

"When you left the (catering) job before me, I was like, 'Damn - where is he?' But when I looked over the railing and you did that 'call me' thing, I was like, sweet!"

There's the word again. Now, this is not someone looking for a quick roll in hay. Unless I am an awful judge of character - which I have been. Or he is just another pyscho - which he may be. But that kind of romantic stuff doesn't seem calculated; it feels spontaneous and genuine.

"I thought I called too soon," he said.

"Yeah, you should have done the whole 'wait one day and then call' thing," I laughed.

"Life's too short to do that one day and then call thing," he said. Smart boy.

So, all in all I felt that he liked me.