Friday, July 16, 2004
It’s FINALLY the weekizzle!
I can’t possibly explain to you how badly I need this weekend.
I have had “something to do” every weekend since June 5th. From birthdays to weddings to gay pride to family visits, I have not had a Saturday or Sunday to myself since before the summer started. I could just about collapse with exhaustion. Tonight I will go out with my friend Angie, after which I will crawl into my bed and not move until Monday morning at 7am when I will get up and come back to work. It’s like a fantasy. Could I really sleep for two whole days if I want to? Why yes I can!
Last night Angie came over. We had plans to go to dinner, but ended up getting trashed in my bedroom. Of course I had to play the new “Guster” cd for her over and over and over. At one point she said “Joe, enough’s clearly enough. Put Guster away and come over here and fuck me.” I obliged and she gave birth to the most beautiful baby girl this morning. I put a pink bow in the little hair she has and came to work elated. I’m the proud owner of a tiny baby girl! Her name is Cherie. Just like Punky Brewster’s black friend who got trapped in the refrigerator during that deadly game of Hide ‘n’ go seek.
So there is this guy that takes the same bus route home that I do. I first laid eyes on him before I left to go to the wedding last weekend. He is about 6ft, thin, short blond hair styled sensibly but hotly, and deep blue eyes. He was wearing these professional looking glasses and a beautiful suit. Last week, he stared at me throughout the entire ride. I noticed that the bag he was carrying said “Miller Thomson”. I immediately went home and looked the name of the company up on the internet, but I wasn’t able to find any information about him. Sadly, I turned my computer off and thought I had lost him forever.
Yesterday, I was riding the bus home, as always, and I started to think about him again. What would I do if I saw him? Would I say hi or introduce myself? He didn’t SEEM gay, but with the looks he was giving me, how he could not be? As I was mulling this all over, he steps on to the bus, walks to the back and sits next to me. My heart began beating out of my chest and my palms started to sweat. It must be a sign!
I casually looked in his direction and he did the same. Our knees bumped into each other and lingered longer than they would have had he been a straight guy. My right arm and his left arm grazed one another and I thought that I was going into a sexually charged panic attack. We both get off at the same stop, so when it was time, we got up and stood next to each other waiting to be released from the bus’s clutches. The door opened, we both stepped off, looked in each other’s eyes one more time and went our opposite ways.
I exhaled a huge sigh and started to think about why I was so intrigued by this guy. I never go for skinny guys…they have to be muscled monsters. But in this case, I find his “look” to be so hot. Very professional and dignified and incredibly good looking. He walks like a man and he carries himself with pride. I gave him a part of my heart and he has yet to turn it into the overwhelming love that I know it could be for the both of us.
Why is it so easy to fall in “love” with somebody on the bus or train? If it’s someone that makes that powerful of an impression, why do you spend the next couple of days thinking about them and wondering what could be? (sigh) I don’t know. It’s not like any of this is realistic, yet sometimes it consumes me. Eh, maybe I’m just bored on my bus rides and that’s why I need to create these mini-melodramas. Either way, I just love a distinguished gentleman in a suit.
I guess that’s it for today. I’m excited to go home and play with my new baby. I’ll make sure to give her a kiss from all of you.
Have fun this weekend!
I can’t possibly explain to you how badly I need this weekend.
I have had “something to do” every weekend since June 5th. From birthdays to weddings to gay pride to family visits, I have not had a Saturday or Sunday to myself since before the summer started. I could just about collapse with exhaustion. Tonight I will go out with my friend Angie, after which I will crawl into my bed and not move until Monday morning at 7am when I will get up and come back to work. It’s like a fantasy. Could I really sleep for two whole days if I want to? Why yes I can!
Last night Angie came over. We had plans to go to dinner, but ended up getting trashed in my bedroom. Of course I had to play the new “Guster” cd for her over and over and over. At one point she said “Joe, enough’s clearly enough. Put Guster away and come over here and fuck me.” I obliged and she gave birth to the most beautiful baby girl this morning. I put a pink bow in the little hair she has and came to work elated. I’m the proud owner of a tiny baby girl! Her name is Cherie. Just like Punky Brewster’s black friend who got trapped in the refrigerator during that deadly game of Hide ‘n’ go seek.
So there is this guy that takes the same bus route home that I do. I first laid eyes on him before I left to go to the wedding last weekend. He is about 6ft, thin, short blond hair styled sensibly but hotly, and deep blue eyes. He was wearing these professional looking glasses and a beautiful suit. Last week, he stared at me throughout the entire ride. I noticed that the bag he was carrying said “Miller Thomson”. I immediately went home and looked the name of the company up on the internet, but I wasn’t able to find any information about him. Sadly, I turned my computer off and thought I had lost him forever.
Yesterday, I was riding the bus home, as always, and I started to think about him again. What would I do if I saw him? Would I say hi or introduce myself? He didn’t SEEM gay, but with the looks he was giving me, how he could not be? As I was mulling this all over, he steps on to the bus, walks to the back and sits next to me. My heart began beating out of my chest and my palms started to sweat. It must be a sign!
I casually looked in his direction and he did the same. Our knees bumped into each other and lingered longer than they would have had he been a straight guy. My right arm and his left arm grazed one another and I thought that I was going into a sexually charged panic attack. We both get off at the same stop, so when it was time, we got up and stood next to each other waiting to be released from the bus’s clutches. The door opened, we both stepped off, looked in each other’s eyes one more time and went our opposite ways.
I exhaled a huge sigh and started to think about why I was so intrigued by this guy. I never go for skinny guys…they have to be muscled monsters. But in this case, I find his “look” to be so hot. Very professional and dignified and incredibly good looking. He walks like a man and he carries himself with pride. I gave him a part of my heart and he has yet to turn it into the overwhelming love that I know it could be for the both of us.
Why is it so easy to fall in “love” with somebody on the bus or train? If it’s someone that makes that powerful of an impression, why do you spend the next couple of days thinking about them and wondering what could be? (sigh) I don’t know. It’s not like any of this is realistic, yet sometimes it consumes me. Eh, maybe I’m just bored on my bus rides and that’s why I need to create these mini-melodramas. Either way, I just love a distinguished gentleman in a suit.
I guess that’s it for today. I’m excited to go home and play with my new baby. I’ll make sure to give her a kiss from all of you.
Have fun this weekend!
