Provocateur

Man, I am gonna fuck Nathan hard!

Okay, I'm not really.  That was just for Nate's benefit.  He's always bugging me about why I never write about him, so I thought I'd write something to shake him.  It didn't, when he saw it.

So much for that idea.

Oh lord.  So I just left Nathan and his boyfriend Larry and came back to the Starbucks to do some writing.  If only Nate could see what I'm looking at right now.  Yikes!  Mondo hot guy who would absolutely have Nate walking around with his ass in the air, spraying the room like a cat marking his territory.

I just took a picture of the guy that I'm sure won't turn out, but I'll try anyway and forward it to Nate to show him what he's missing.

How weird that I just snuck this picture of this guy... I haven't done anything of the sort in quite some time.  I guess once a voyeur, always a voyeur, eh?

So this family just came in.  Mom & Dad and their maybe 8 year old daughter, six year old son and a new baby.  The dad is making a feeble attempt to keep the kid (the boy, mainly - the two girls are quiet angels) in check, but the poor kid is excited and pissed off about something and he's got a naturally high-pitched voice.  A lethal combination if ever there was one.  He is six, after all.

There's a part of me that wants to rail at these parents for bringing children to a quiet place.  Why should people with kids be entitled to an afternoon out, after all?  Hardly seems fair that, because they've bred, they should be locked up in their homes with their children.  That's hardly an incentive to do it a lot, is it?

Last night's entry was written here as well, and before I left, it had just started to rain.  What I thought was going to turn out to be a miserable walk home ended up being just plain delightful.

I haven't walked in a nice, steady, gentle rainfall in years, I suppose, and I'd forgotten how beautiful it could be.  There's a sense of quiet, a sense of isolation that comes when you're walking along without an umbrella.  Granted, it must be noted that I had a coat and a baseball cap to wear, which kept me from getting completely soggy, but there was a sense of freedom that I felt last night that I don't often feel when walking in a storm with an umbrella... it's as if having the umbrella brings with it a mandate - the responsibility to avoid getting even a little wet.

I don't know, maybe I'm making this up - maybe it's not so different after all.  Maybe I'm just romanticizing it.  Regardless, though, that walk brought a lot more contentment than I've felt in a good long while.