I’m in Canada. Toronto to be exact. Just spent the last 2 days with Chris, my 22 yo love I had meet while in Germany. I’m at airport headed back to DC.
He picked me up at the airport on Thursday, I had butterflies in me. But the chemistry between us was still there. Early humor when he forget where he parked the car. 30 minutes of looking. Hint: helps to be on the right floor of the car park.
I was nervous, so was he. In the early evening, I told him of my saga. He was understanding and asked some questions. He certainly needs to think about it all. We fell back together quite nicely.
We got stoned out of our minds on Thursday. Its hard to anticipate the chemistry of 2 people on drugs. Sometimes, someone can really weird you out. The good news, we giggled for 4 hours, totally silly, we went back and forth laughing about stuff. I’m sure no one else understood. It was fun. At one point, I banned him from using the word "chickpea" because …. Well you had to be there to understand it.
Friday, nice dinner and went to posh Drake Hotel for drinks. Also hit the newly reopened "Barn". Because of the Queer as Folk TV series, everything looks familiar. Chris and I quite comfortable with each other. I enjoy listening to him, he’s a little spacey, but his warm heart and direct openness is pulling me close.
Saturday morning, we kiss good bye, he spent the night, he’s getting a cold. My heart heavy. Damn I miss him already. Its the same feeling I got when he left me in Germany. I’m scared of the feeling I’m getting, too emotional, too attached. He said he will call and we’ll meet up in London in early December.
He’s going to call, I’m sure he will.