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altering reality
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2004-10-18 
 

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A nice weekend. G and I invited doughboy to dinner on Friday night at the new Cuban/Mexican place down the street, which he paid for...his new nickname'll be Sugar Daddy if he keeps that up! We then wandered down to the Pilsner for drinks with him and Michael upstairs...and then home where it was just the two of us. We kept it that way for the rest of the weekend.

It's been four years after all. And while my type A (or A minus) personality didn't allow me let go and celebrate during the work week on the actual day, this weekend became a bit of a celebration. Pumpkin hunting down in Half Moon Bay, quiet giggles together, a movie on the couch, a lazy Sunday, shopping and then a sudden dinner at Bombay. Perhaps a bit subdued if you look in from the outside, but appropriate for us as we begin our fifth year together. (and yes I'm counting from the day we first met...they won't let us get married so we get to make up our own rules.)

Four years ago this past week, around midnight and under a full moon, I followed G into the 7-11 on 18th at Noe. In truth, it hadn't been the destination I originally started out for, but I followed his cuteness a full two blocks in the opposite direction just to get the chance to introduce myself. He wrote his number on the back of a receipt...which I still have somewhere.

That night, he was on his way to meet a friend, so our first date would have to wait, but our first kiss happened about 5 minutes later...under the maple trees across the street from my apartment.

After watching him walk away, I dashed inside the apartment, told Dude to put his questions about my quick return on hold for a minute, and raced to the kitchen for a pen and paper. This is what I wrote:

Can one kiss heal a lifetime? I think it can.

Of course I'm paraphrasing. The exact words may have been "change a lifetime" or something else similar which at the time seemed too grandiose to share with anyone but a scrap of paper, but it's four years later, so I'm letting you all in on the secret.

Happy Anniversary G! (from the rooftops as it were)

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