This morning, I awoke in bed next to GT and realized I felt a little giddy. There was a charge of electricity between us and I felt a little different.
We had met late for drinks among our friends. The Reporter and I had been at a show a few blocks away and GT and I has spoken earlier: he had friends in town, so we knew we would see each other but hadn’t decided where. I joked that meant the district in which I had re-met him and on which we went for date three.
Which is — of course — exactly where they went.
I had been feeling a little insecure about everything. We have fallen into a routine some 5 or 6 weeks in: we go out on Saturdays, but without planning it ahead of time. There just seems to be a presumption that Saturday equals time with GT. Still, we hadn’t confirmed anything and The Reporter had invited me to an event in the hipster part of town we also frequent, and so I went with the Reporter, without saying a word to GT.
I figured that eventually we would all meet up, and then I would eventually leave downtown with GT. But, I was also very insecure about it all. Even toward the end of the evening, I was measuring and calculating exactly what would happen. I was the only person unsure.