A dry spring it’s been but come June and the heat is on. I go away for a long weekend and meet a cadre of gorgeous people, many of whom I want to devour. I will detail each of them over a few posts.
PF is a gorgeous singer-songwriter who is always writing or recording a song or collaborating on some musical project. His talent is endless. But he is no stereotypical slacker musician, working nights at the local diner. Oh no. He is a professor. A professor of literature! A true academic and only in his mid-30s. And he is a carrier of the accent I have swooned over for half my life.
He is a rare bird, PF. Outgoing, affable, prodigiously talented, relatively young, stable, humble, and kind. I saw him about for four days. The first night I saw him perform my heart beat fast for him. He moved amongst my friends and acquaintances over the next few days but I just did not know what to say to him. He has big beautiful eyes. He is really quite tall. I smiled shyly as I passed him a number of times.
The last night, the night of tears and hugs and goodbyes, I finally got my chance. He’d ingested a number of drinks and was talking animatedly from early in the evening. Later on, he was talking with some new friends of mine and I sidled over. The conversation he was having with a male fan is too complicated - though hilarious - to explain here. I got in at some point. I was across from him. And then I moved beside him.
He looked at me with the kindest, most soulful eyes. His head sort of dipped down and his chest and shoulders turned completely towards me as I told him that I really liked his latest single (and I do!). I am trying desperately not to forget the way he looked at me. If ever a camera were needed to capture a moment it was then. It was with such warmth how he looked at me. I wanted to take his face in my hands and kiss his smooth forehead.
I returned his gaze and had a short, but heart-pounding conversation with him. The exchange was even, and the interest was mutual. I could have stayed there with him all night, maybe leaving hand in hand and wandering the sticky summer streets together. If I was free, I would have. He is free and in the days after our meeting he has emailed me many clever words that make my heart race. It is probably unhealthy to get my hopes up at all.
[...] door to open. He is very tall and so brings a striking element to visualizations. As mentioned in my previous entry about him, it wasn’t until the last night when I finally spoke to him and I was completely and utterly [...]
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