Square Pegs

The past couple of days, I have been in awe of how easy it is to be with "him". And I'm not talking about FB either. Somehow, my ship zipped through the Twilight Zone and my whole world did a 180 degree turn. I've always thought that love was supposed to be easy. It shouldn't be tragic and shouldn't make one miserable and after trying to fit square pegs in round holes, you kind of know when you have a round peg already.

Here's the thing. If I hied myself off to San Francisco to spend two days with a strange man, even I would consider myself crazy but with "him", it just seems right. For the first time in my life, I actually spent a night with another man. Not just a couple of hours but the entire night and the rest of the morning and guess what? I'm not flinching. I'm not getting flaky. I'm not nervous. I just feel like I'm in the right place at the right time with the right person.

It was just the second time that I've seen him in person and it seems like I've known him for a lifetime. When he picked me up at the Amtrak station, I felt like my husband was picking me up. We had breakfast somewhere near little Italy and he had salmon, crepes and creme cheese on a bagel while I had a waffle with cheese and bacon. (Yeah, I forgot the name of the place. We were supposed to eat at Mama's but is was closed).

In a nutshell, we went to visit a couple of churches (Grace Cathedral, Mary the Assumption Cathedral, one more church), Coit's Point, Conservatory of Flowers, Japanese Tea Garden and I forgot where else we went. We stayed at the Holiday Inn near Fisherman's Wharf (room 423). Had dinner at Knuckles Sports Bar at the Hyatt while watching Monday Night Football (yes, thanks to him, I can sort of understand what the pigskin is for) and spent the night together.

As far as the sex is concerned, it was great and I refuse to do a comparative review with FB. As far as the other things are concerned, I am still increduluous. I just feel like a fish who's found water when all this time the fish was trying to ride a bicycle, you get what I mean? This guy is just amazing! He's charming, witty, considerate, smart, kind, gentle, able-bodied and good looking. Oh, he's got a personality too and by that I mean that he's not dull and gentlemanly, he's dashing and mischievous and gentlemanly at the same time.

I was looking through his stuff and he was wearing Kenneth Cole shoes, CK Jeans, Polo Ralph Lauren briefs, Banana Republic Sweater, Dolce & Gabbana polo shirt and his toiletries were Marc Jacobs -- love the scent of it, btw. For a while, I had this paranoid thought that he might be gay and that I was being set up as part of a conventional front in Florida while he and his lover stayed in San Francisco. Then again, I remembered everything else he said and did and his res gestae comments and quickly attributed his designer brand choices to a good sense of taste. Nevertheless, even if he did turn out to be gay (which I hope he's not) and he does have a lover stashed away, that just means that I would be free to cavort with FB who has promised to be around as long as I wished him to. See? So it does work out whatever the scenario.

Okay, final thought on that issue --> HE IS NOT GAY. I don't even know why I'm thinking of this when I used to mentally critique FB's fashion choices. "Champion" undies really don't turn me on.

The thing that he brought up early on in this trip that caught me by surprise (but of course, I didn't show it) was that he asked if a week in Manila would be enough for my parents to get to know him. He asked me how long would it take for me to wrap things up as soon as I got home and I told him that it would take me a month. He said that that was just about right.

Hmm...so he plans to present himself and talk to my parents about it. Sounds good to me.