Friday night…

someone: so have u planned anything for the weekend?
me: yup. meeting my dream man tomorrow for a film
someone: ok - that should be nice me: yup. very, very, very happy by the nice turn of events
someone: will u have dinner or just the film
me: the way i look at it, he’ll probably come round to my place around 15H, we’ll have coffee/tea, go for the 17H film, then maybe a quick bite or drinks, back to my place and he’ll stay the night
someone: hope all going swimmingly
me: fingers crossed.

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While I was at the supermarket on Friday afternoon shopping for groceries, I bought two dozen condoms! Yes, you read right - two dozen. Twenty four. They came in boxes of a dozen each. I bought two different boxes. Was I being too optimistic?!?

It also made me wonder: considering the (average) rate gay men consume condoms, why don’t they sell condoms in bulk packaging? Say 30 condoms a box? One (average) gay man can easily go through that in say… a week? Maybe even a night?!?

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Saturday night…

We met for the film (Bad Education a.k.a. La Mala Educacion) at 17H, went back to my place for dinner (I cooked), and yes, he stayed the night.

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Sunday morning…

I think I’ve really put my heart on the firing-line this time. We briefly mentioned his going away next week for a 3-week vacation last night. I said I would miss him. He asked how I could miss him when I hardly know him. I said I knew him enough.

I don’t think we’re necessary approaching this “relationship” from the same attitude/objective/purpose. We may not both be wanting the same thing in the long run… or we’re both moving at different paces… or he’s not “into” me like I’m “into” him… who knows…

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In movies, when they depict some historic siege, they usually show us the moment when the gates to the city finally give way and the conquering army comes marching in. They conveniently omit all those tedious angst-ridden months of waiting. For a long time now you have been trying to engineer a triumphant victory. In the process, you have exhausted yourself. Not only have you almost run out of patience, energy and enthusiasm, you have lost faith in your own ability to succeed. You figure that, probably, nothing will ever change. Ah, but it will. Indeed, it will do so later this very week.
- Cainer, for the week ahead

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24 became 22.

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We’re meeting up again on Wednesday evening, if not before.

  

Posted on May 29th, 2005 by jl
Filed under: love