hop on the bus, gus

my lovely date with gray segued into a brilliant date with valentines ian, the lovely lad i’d met, well, on valentines day at .heaven. i felt guilty and naughty and sneaky meeting him saturday afternoon, after just having finished my date with gray, but, technically, i could argue i hadn’t done anything wrong. it’s not the way that i’d choose to live my life, but what can a boy do when schedules overlap sometimes?

meeting ian at the train station, to me, seemed like an amusing romantic cliché, and, in my book, amusing romantic clichés always score points for me. buy me flowers, compliment my hair, hold my hand whenever the hell you want to. over coffee i finally got to assemble an accurate picture of this lovely boy’s life… our first encounter at .heaven was drunken and loud and late.

it’s refereshing to spend time with someone who’s challenging. our conversation bounced back-and-forth in pleasant lighthearted debate, rather than inane background research. i’d much rather discuss random current events than learn about your favorite color. wait, this is starting to sound like an embittered personals ad.

i guess, really, what i’m doing here is trying to convince you, dear reader, and also myself that i’m ready to spend time with someone, someone who i can take home to mother. cuz, god knows, the last few lads i’ve become entangled with haven’t been trophies for the trophy case.

we chilled out, we chatted, he met 273 of my friends in 2 hours at .ghetto, we held hands in the bookshop, watched download teevee shows and we sloppily ate sushi. i’ve got all my life to live, and i’ve got all my love to give.