So I was minding my own business on a Sunday afternoon and I get a call to go see Dave. Dave lives near me so I google-earthed his building to see where I’m going, and it’s the same building as Richard Gere (see blog from Feb 18 & Mar 22) . Fancy that. And it’s the same floor as him… quick check of old records, ha ha ha, then I remember, Richard Gere uses Dave as an alias. Silly Boy. The girl at the agency said he called not knowing what he was looking for, and based on my description, he picked me. When I talked to him on the phone, he gave no hint that he knew/remembered me. Neither did I though. I wondered what kind of situation I was walking into. Would it be awkward? It wasn’t. It was nice. It was the same as it always was. We sat in the narrow doorway of his balcony with our legs over lapping and flirted and caught up. He tried to convince me to go to the lake with him. I tried to convince myself that I didn’t want to go. We spent the afternoon together. Laying in bed, playing. We ordered Chinese, then a movie. I know he is just using me for my body. I’m ok with that. I’m using him to pretend. We all have our issues. He’s really cute, and really easy to get along with. He’s like my re-fueling station.
This song came on as I started this blog and I thought I'd share it with you...
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