I’m in the air tomorrow, winging my way back to London. Sounds glamorous. Funny it doesn’t feel glamorous. I’m a creature of habit. I stay in the same hotel in just about every city and often ask for the same room #. Wake up a couple of times in the middle of the night with no idea where you are (like what city) forces this programmed method.
Peter, one of my good friends, was in town and arranged for a group of us to go out last night. I didn’t get home until 9 a.m. this morning. Much longer story. I’ll save it for when I can humorous, right now I’m dead tired.
I was “out” with the entire group. Gay is quite a novelty, the new “in” thing I guess, everyone wanted to ask me questions. One of the girls, a pretty 22 yo medical student, and I started chatting. For the first time, I didn’t feel threatened or need to be on guard with a woman. Much to my surprise, she talked openly about her own relationships and fears she had in her life. I don’t think she would have done that if I were “straight”.
I enjoyed the conversation, she’s ambitious and smart and recognized she didn’t emotional resonant with guys her age. I felt my claws coming out. Down boy.
Busy week ahead. Not sure what’s up with Chris, he’ll surface at some point.