Eduardo and I arrange to meet for an afternoon lunch. He’s late (something I suspect is a theme with him, I don’t care, it’s part of his charm). I’m excited to see him.
Off we go to a waterside place, you know, bad food, over priced, but a nice view. We talk for several hours. This is how a relationship is supposed to work, but it’s not going to, I have too many boat anchors.
The heat between us is fierce. Eduardo is trying to rein in control. He’s the intelligent one, he’s also sensitive, he doesn’t want to get hurt by me. I’m a dog. Happy to be out, head out the window, tongue wagging, taking in the sights as they go by.
Another makeout session, we would be good together. But what next, how why, I leave him with mixed feelings.