Aside from the fact that Macy's Herald Square had nothing irresistible in the way of markdowns (which was just as well: on my way to JFK for my return flight a quick log in to mobile banking revealed my checking and savings accounts were overdrawn), I truly had the Best Birthday Ever.
It was So Wonderful that two weeks later I find it hard to put into words how grand it was. Also, I do not wish to disrespect the privacy of the man who made such magic manifest. I'm not the easiest person to be associated with: and being a writer who puts himself out on for the world to read about doesn't help.
My time was spent enjoying the company of this wonderful man, pinching myself that it was actually all happening and that we seemed quite in-sync, eating, sleeping, pondering, road trips, having amazing sex, writing, working, eating, sleeping and dreaming out loud. I reconnected with nature when we traveled upstate. I stayed in a home rich with history and roots.
It's dreaming out loud where I get into trouble. I think my jokes about wanting an iPhone 5, and a Ralph Lauren wardrobe played as a little too needy. My comments aloud about being open to relocating perhaps a bit too earnest. And God help me if I really suggested a marriage proposal. I'm not regretting telling him and later texting that I was in love with him, and that I loved him. Some might argue that decision.
It was So Wonderful that two weeks later I find it hard to put into words how grand it was. Also, I do not wish to disrespect the privacy of the man who made such magic manifest. I'm not the easiest person to be associated with: and being a writer who puts himself out on for the world to read about doesn't help.
My time was spent enjoying the company of this wonderful man, pinching myself that it was actually all happening and that we seemed quite in-sync, eating, sleeping, pondering, road trips, having amazing sex, writing, working, eating, sleeping and dreaming out loud. I reconnected with nature when we traveled upstate. I stayed in a home rich with history and roots.
It's dreaming out loud where I get into trouble. I think my jokes about wanting an iPhone 5, and a Ralph Lauren wardrobe played as a little too needy. My comments aloud about being open to relocating perhaps a bit too earnest. And God help me if I really suggested a marriage proposal. I'm not regretting telling him and later texting that I was in love with him, and that I loved him. Some might argue that decision.
Things haven't been quite so in-sync since I got back: I would like to hear from him more: but what defines 'more'? He doesn't have a lot of time on his hands, and I probably have too much.
I try hard to live 'in the moment' because what we do have and can count on is 'now'.The 7 days I was in New York it was all about being in the moment.
And back in Los Angeles, in my apartment just past midnight, cats sleeping on the bed while I try to not worry about all the things I have to worry about, I wonder if he thinks of me and if I will see him next month as we discussed.
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