Last Monday, I drove to his neighborhood in SF. Being unemployed in a big city, I was afraid that Lamar would have us sit around in his dank apartment for hours, and then try to kiss me goodnight (and fail, because I would not let him).
Where is my faith? What happened to my faith in humanity? Have I become so jaded that I forgot how to have fun? How to laugh, how to love? He cooked spaghetti dinner for me, and we shared the rot-gut wine that he could afford. Plus we went for a delightful walk in a tony neighborhood, got ice-cream cones and watched a movie and kissed for two hours back at his place. There were talks about trust, about desires for the future, and pledges of honesty.
Hours of phone conversations brought us through the week. Crappy luck between the two of us made for lots to talk about. A few conversations with my mom gave us more to talk about.
A mere 5 days later, Lamar trekked to see me here again. A number of things prevented us from seeing each other from morning to night (those damn freight trains!), so the dear man stayed overnight at my place. Such a gentleman this one! Swoon :)
Taking him to the train station, I realized that looking in his face, I can no longer see his colour as something unique about him. A number of times, I felt people staring at us. It upset him to the point of mentioning it to me several times.... I told him that it was simply because people saw us as a striking couple. He liked that... yay :)
Sharing a long walk, seeing friends and former dates at the coffee shop... we shared hopes, dreams, and became more invested in each other's lives.
Stay tuned for part of a love-note written by dear Lamar. Seriously, it's totally appropriate.
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