It was the day we met.
There is so much to say about the person. We almost didn't meet. I had been meeting a number of people on a dating line and having all kinds of fiascos. Then one night I talked to him. It was a great conversation. It ended, and then we both got back on the line again. So we spoke again.
I knew I had to be careful in regard to connecting, as he had said that he was in NY on business, but lived in California. It was initially why I even passed up connecting in the first place.
He was in NYC working on a construction project on the Upper West Side, I think. I don't remember for sure, and at the moment I am too lazy to look. But I do remember the project and I remember agreeing to meet him at Pizza Uno. I was reluctant to meet, but he insisted. "You're gonna like me."
When he showed up, I thought he was gorgeous. Was it possible something could work out for a change? It was around lunchtime when we met. Afterward we spent hours together. After the movie we went to the apartment he was staying at. I was so comfortable with him that I was more concerned that I wasn't concerned about going into an apartment with a stranger than I was concerned about being with someone I did not know. But concern, or not, I went with him. And I could have easily have spent the night. But didn't.
Needless to say, I really liked him.
And now...it goes into the trash.
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