#10 Shakespeare-Guy


I misjudged the time and was of course.. 25 minutes late, huffing and puffing through the heat of Central Park. He’s dressed from work, reading outside and calm as could’ve hope for. He razzes me for walking not riding the subway and not giving out my number which is still a “rule” I have for the most part.

He brought me a glass of white wine while we sat under a tree outside of Central Park’s Boathouse and the rain fell from the heavens! Like buckets were being poured on a spill to wash away evidence. It was BEAUTIFUL and unexpected. The thunder shook the windows as we all scurried to take cover  in the now exceptionally crowded bar waiting for the calm to reappear.

The clouds parted and we walked through the Rambles, which memories of brought shivers to the nape of my neck and a knowing smile to my cheek. He’s come from work ; blue dress shirt and slacks seem natural on him. We ordered another glass of wine to complement the brie I stopped for extending my tardiness and into the Delacorte theater we went. He got tickets from his work . Which means he has a bit of clout.. or no one else wants to see the show. A nice touch nonetheless.

Introducing me to some business associates as we took our seats in the front row of the middle, second section, I felt like a grown up in a world where I belonged. I snapped a picture for which I was reprimanded at intermission being asked to erase it and show her the evidence. “It’s of the moon” I explained and with a twinkle, was pardoned. I wasn’t really lying.. the moon WAS in the photo. Tee Hee!!

We enjoyed each other’s playful banter and walked slowly back to the West-side where we’d go our separate ways. And no tongue in my mouth, which is a wonderful way to end a magical evening… just a nice hug. Lovely!

 

Date #5 Rambles-guy


The walk began at 72nd St and CPW on a cool-ish evening as he was to bring his dog, Luigi along but he was now back at joint custody, mom’s house? They are apart but still share the dog.. ok.. so no Luigi.  Strolling through the Rambles he told me the history of the gay-sex haven. He was a reddish dark blond man of uneven proportions. Legs shorter than body and larger head for his size? Good looking nonetheless. Our banter was quick and our humor matched. We sat on a bench and he told me of the time his father caught him masturbating when he had come from college one break. It was his “most private thing he was willing to admit” as stated from the okc website. Well, hi nice to meetcha! After a few more bench stories, the breeze was setting in and we were heading off. As we reached the stairs he stopped, grabbed my head and planted one right on me. It wasn’t really requested and came as a bit of a shock to me. I recovered quickly and we continued on up the stairs. I didn’t really have anything to say about it so we pretended as if it didn’t happen? He had made dinner plans but wanted to show me his building’s window from where he put his bed through the glass and newly purchased custom blinds.  I kinda think he wanted me to walk him home. I don’t really remember what he does but I know that with one more kiss, him telling me, “you have my number, we should do this again. I had a good time.” So off I went to find some grub and maybe a new adventure. Thanks, Rambling man.