I just realised that this one didn’t actually get published. It’s from yesterday morning.
Last night was awesome. While my resolve to dedicate myself to my school work and the play may have faltered somewhat, I did have what turned out to be a really rather spectacular night. Oh, and I don’t think I could ever really be a lesbian.
I really did intend to be good and just work hard all evening and then go to bed. Emo had agreed to help me with my lines for the play, and I had turned down AnarchoFem’s suggestion that we go for drinks and listen to her roommate play the sax at a jazz band. I started getting stressed because I needed to write a query for today’s class, but had no idea who to write about or how to make it interesting. Emo suggested that I interview my Partner in Crime. He’s kind of crazy, has a great job, and I’m sure people would want to read about him. Good idea.
So I emailed him:
“I want to interview you”
“Done. When? Over dinner…Tonight.”
Thus, my night of rehearsing my lines and working hard and not drinking or smoking was irrevocably altered… for the best. My suspicion was right. He’s an amazing interviewee. I already knew that’s he’s a good talker and good story teller, so when I put the mic in front of him he just went along his own path, weaving together amusing and coherent stories for me to use. It’s a really interesting way to learn about someone’s life. Especially when you’re sort of intimately involved with them.
Emo’s friend came over to deliver the drawing he did for my zine and we all headed down to Barfly for a drink. Every time I went out for a smoke with the man, there was a little complicity, a little intimacy.
“We’re really attracted to each other, aren’t we?”
I’d say so. There was talk about us. The fact that we are in a relationship of sorts. It’s great not defining it. As he said, it’s amazing that you can have a loving friendship without the constraints of regular relationship nonsense. Fun and openness. It’s pretty awesome.
We left the bar. I didn’t know what to do. I knew that I needed to get my work done, needed to write my query and get up for yoga early in the morning. But I also wanted to spend the night with him. Sleeping over the night before had been fantastic. There’s nothing like being woken up in the middle of the night for a moment by a kiss on your shoulder, before you both fall asleep again, together. Mmm.
So I went home, grabbed my laptop and bag and headed down to the panty-dropper pad that’s he’s making use of while his friend is away.
Electric.
It was worth the wait.
This morning just before he left he thanked me for coming to see him.
“Thanks for making me come.”
