On Wednesday I called ---- and asked him if he wanted to meet me for dinner. I was hoping he wasn't still holding that grudge against me from two Saturdays ago, when I revealed all my feelings for him in that obsessive letter. Happily, he sounded glad to hear me on the phone, and I could feel myself blushing the shade of a dark rose as I held the receiver of the phone with reverence, hearing him as he sanctified the concept of telecommunication with his voice as we talked about some random garbage for a few timespans.

At any rate, ---- and I ended up going out to a Thai restaurant where we got stared at by older/stuffy straight patrons, and where we continued to talk about nothing and everything. ---- told me about the Blues Traveler concert which he had been unwittingly dragged to by -------- and others, and although I became insanely jealous after hearing this news my face managed to slap a mask of good humor and non-jealousy onto itself.

Actually, we did leave out one thing in our lively discussion: we continued to skirt the issue of our romantically ambiguous relationship.

We then proceeded to the movies, and since we got there early, the dark theatre was completely empty except for the two of us. It was strangely romantic, and while we sat there alone in the darkness talking, I was VERY tempted to kiss him (I mean hey, it's been a dream of mine for a long time), but then other people started coming into the theatre. Needless to say I was pissed. :)

And so, my friend, to cut this rambling short, I had a great but emotionally draining night. And while ---- continues to treat me like the ever-handy ego booster that I am to him, I continue to treat him like an oyster: softly tapping on his shell, tempted by and always hoping for the pearl.