I have just turned on my Air Conditioning for the first time this year (I think... I may have had it on for a tad earlier when the super had our heat on too high, but now I actually need it. Oh, it feels nice.
My favorite temperature is in the upper 60's, so you can imagine how perturbed I was by today's weather. Spring sprang rather quickly, and today just felt like one of those oppresive NYC summer days -- especially later this afternoon when it got really grey and dreary out, and humid.
Anyhow, for some reason I had a memory flashback while walking home from work this evening. I was walking by Bloomingdale's, and the 60th Street exit from the subway. What I recalled was this:
I had been dating this guy (and for some reason the only thing I can't recall is his name), and I thought we were having fun together. We had just gone to see a Broadway show ("Movin' Out," maybe. Not 100% sure on that part either). Since I live in the East 60's and he was in Astoria, we walked together from the theatre to Bloomingdale's, where he was going to get on the train and I would walk the remaining blocks home.
We said our nice little goodnights outside the subway entrance... and I think he said something about having a bit of a cold and not really wanting much in the way of a kiss, but I think I still got a peck on the cheek out of him, along with a "Talk to you in the next day or so."
I never heard from him again, and after two messages and an email (or something about that non-chalant), I gave up. It was too bad. He was a nice guy, cute, professional, nice cock and ass, good kisser. And so, sometimes, when I walk by the Bloomingdale's entrance to the train, I think of him.
And since I helped him paint (stain?) his bookshelves, he might just have to think of me more often.
Posted by Jon at April 20, 2004 01:35 AM | TrackBack