Not Coffee, the abridged version.

I waited an hour and a half for him to get to Pike’s Perk. He never got there. I got angry fast. Mostly at my self for falling for for. I dunno what again.

So I left in a huff, up the street to barnes and noble to write. I wrote and I wrote until all my anger was out and I started apologizing to God for. Um. Being angry I guess. Then I called and I complained to anyone who would listen(thanx ganort, really).

Then when I was talking to Z and complaining like mad woman. He called. And apologized and begged for forgiveness. And tried to win me over.

“Would you give me a second chance?…”

“It depends…do you plan on showing up next time?”

So we started making plans for Friday, because now he wanted to work around my schedule. But the plans. He. We went out last night. We saw Hitch. And. I.

During the jalapeno poppers and enchiladas he brought up the age issue.

“What year did you graduate high school?”

“2002”

“Ah, can you guess what year I graduated high school?”

“19…….18, I’m not going to guess….”

“1993(as he downs the last of his water, hiding his face”

“It’s a year…yeah.”

So maybe he. I hope that doesn’t get in the way.

And Juan Strong. Don’t think I haven’t taken our conversation from last night/this moring to heart.

But I know I’m strong enough to seperate the two. I can.

I am not going to romanticize this. I am going to run with the facts.

He’s a pastry chef. He walks with God. He’s funny. He does a mean Joey Tribiani. He smells sweet. He’s a good person I think. He likes romantic movies. He likes Heavy D. He has learned the truth about the human spirit. The true meaning of giving.

Those things are real.