Chicago, complete

Andy texted me Thursday morning to verify my flight details – I reminded him that I was flying in on Delta at 7:55, and would be out of the airport by 8:15 – to plan on being there to pick me up then. He texted back “okay. I’ll stop by around 10 then.” I told him that was perfect. My flight actually landed a bit early though, so I called him to see where he was…and he tried to act as if he was serious about being there at 10, but he’s a terrible liar. He got there a couple minutes later.
We drove back to his place, he rents out of a row house in the Bucktown/Wicker Park area – alleyway into the garage, back door into his bedroom – small with a closet off to the side, french doors into the open kitchen/livingroom – a bar counter between to sit and eat, wood floors, a little bathroom off to side; it’s the epitome of perfect to me and the life I want. Simple. Tiny.
He’d gotten a couple bottles of wine, we opened a Chardonnay and sat on the couch. I kissed him, I just couldn’t hold myself back. I kissed him and immediately I told him that I couldn’t believe he made me kiss him first.
He just said “I wanted to see how long it would take you.”
And we ended up in the bedroom.

It’s like Andy and I were made for eachother.
I think that sounds like I’m implying a lot more than I am meaning to. I just mean that our bodies work perfectly together.
It’s intimate and effortless.

I’ve mentioned before how I don’t normally get off during sex – it’s a control thing. But, Andy doesn’t even have to try…he just has to try NOT to get off before I do because our bodies are so in sync with each other that we generally reach that point at almost the exact same moment.

Friday we got up and I told him to make me breakfast while I showered and got dressed – so he made pancakes and eggs; then he drove me around for a bit to show me the neighborhood.
We walked to a little cafe later in the afternoon for lunch, then went back to his place to have sex before we went out on an architecture tour. We rode the L train into the city. It was cold as fuck, and rainy, and miserable. But we walked around and saw a lot of the main buildings, and after the tour we walked around Millennium park, and the other side of the river.
And then we walked, hand in hand, down along the beach a bit. Kissed on a pier. It was freezing. But worth it.
We found a little pizzeria to eat at for dinner, Giordano’s – had a “stuffed” pizza; it was…different…I know, I know, here comes my connoisseur side – the texture and taste of the crust was, interesting, flaky-ish, and they put the sauce, which wasn’t particularly spectacular, just, ordinary, on top, which was strange to me, and there was just so much cheese, so. much. cheese. and you know how much I love cheese, but, still. some toppings were in with the cheese and some were on top, random, a bit unsettling.
It was decent, definitely edible. But, different.
Nothing tops my love of New York pizza.

We got a taxi back to his place, had sex, went to bed.
He woke me up Saturday morning, playing WHAM “wake me up, before you go go…” dancing half naked at the end of the bed.
He’s quirky. And I can’t help but love him.
We walked to a little place in his neighborhood for brunch, Toast – it was packed, so we sat out on the patio to avoid a 45 minute wait. It was warm enough outside. And they had some great french toast.
Then we picked up some drinks at the 7-11 and drove to a White Sox game, “tailgated” (he had a couple PBR’s and some pistachios and I had a couple Smirnoffs and some goldfish while we sat on the back of his KIA Sportage and listened to Alt Nation lol) til the game started.
Drove back to his place after the game and walked to a vegetarian restaurant, Handlebar, in his neighborhood for dinner – took home some awesome smoked gouda mac & cheese leftovers for breakfast the next morning.
Watched some Comedy Central, had sex, went to bed.

Sunday. We quickly ate leftovers for breakfast. The weather was. awesome. So we drove to the zoo. Free zoo.
Walked along another strip of the beach, sat on another pier for a bit.
Walked around the Lincoln Park area. Stopped at Cosi, sat on the patio for awhile sipping a strawberry smoothie, walked back to the car and drove back to his place.
Then that evening we walked to a tapas restaurant – people; we tried a couple different apps. He had some calamari, and we got some fried potatoes with roasted red pepper aioli (yummy), and queso de cabra (what I would relate as a “bruschetta” of sorts) – bread with tomato sauce and goat cheese, and I had to of course try their truffled mac & cheese. My vote for the better mac & cheese was from the night before though.
We took a shower together when we got back to his place, it was pretty sexy, if I do say so myself. We were kissing, the water streaming down our faces…
you know the rest.

Monday. We slept in, went to an Irish pub, fado’, for lunch – I decided to try a chicken cheesesteak (which was awesome). Andy had a minor fit about it. Because I’m “vegetarian”…I was a little put off with his attitude, sometimes I think he’s even more “black and white” than I am.
I am a vegetarian because meat is not a staple part of my diet – it never really was. I never really cared for the taste and/or texture of most meats, and I don’t even remember what alot of meats even taste like, I don’t even think about it, much less “crave” or “want” it; but, I am not necessarily “against” it (I do think it’s healthier NOT to eat a meat-laden diet, but I also don’t think it’s impossible to be healthy AND eat meat), and I am also not generally “repulsed” or “disgusted” by it either (I am when I think about it too much), I just, don’t eat it on a regular basis – there are a hundred other things I would rather eat, therefore I choose to eat those things instead.
And I just have no desire to order meat dishes – the majority of the time – because I generally assume I would dislike them…and oddly enough, I’d actually rather choose a dish in which the chances I’ll like it are of a higher percentage; sometimes though, that does happen to be a dish with meat in it.
Just because 9.9 times out of 10 I choose not to eat meat, doesn’t mean I can’t, or won’t, or shouldn’t. I am labeled a vegetarian (and adequately so) because I DO tend to be a vegetarian, 99% of the time, but just because that’s the diet I tend toward, doesn’t mean it needs to be controversial when I stray from it that 1% of the time!
Seriously.
We walked around the city once more and then he drove me to the airport.
🙁
I hugged and kissed him goodbye, and left on a jet plane.

And I miss him (and the city) already.