Monday, January 05, 2004
Saturday night at the dance, this guy named RT was there, dressed completely in white. I met him two years ago, and when I found out that his birthday was on the same day as mine, I got excited - I thought there might be some kind of connection. He's rather beautiful - Sicilian with long curling dark hair, a few years younger than me. For whatever reason he was completely unimpressed with our birthdays being the same, but on Saturday we were bothed dressed all in white, and I thought - We have the same birthday! and now we're both wearing white! and we're both dancing! Again... he was completely unimpressed.
Damn, I'm just not used to that.
He reminds me of a young Eric C., a wild Sicilian man I dated in college.
Still searching for a job I can stand in Brooklyn. Scott gave me the keys to his turtle shell this weekend. Now what?
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Damn, I'm just not used to that.
He reminds me of a young Eric C., a wild Sicilian man I dated in college.
Still searching for a job I can stand in Brooklyn. Scott gave me the keys to his turtle shell this weekend. Now what?
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