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Robert finally checked in with an email this morning. Besides the gay deaf posse (who incidently I never exchanged info with), he's the last cruise mate to drop contact.
Robert.
We bonded over Bjork during the Oscars, on Sunday night. David was with me, and left, leaving the two of us to converse. As the night unfolded with all of the glory, the spark seemed to flicker, and suddenly fade. Frankly if I wanted to, I could of gone to second or even home base with Robert. On similar stance with the "Oliver" situation, I thought I either wouldn't see Robert again, or he would emerge into a bitter old queen much like Oliver.
Over the course of the week, Robert and I ran into each other again and again, and again, and again. Even to the point of tracking him down to re-give him my contact information at the leather party. And he was so genuine, so fresh, and open. His honesty with regards to Allan was refreshing, and intellegent. He was cautious not to tred on anything that could (and would be) brewing-for that, I have alot of respect.
He finally made contact for what I am gratefull. Atlanta could possibly calling, and with friends in Athens, it could be yet another destination for the year.
My brain is overloaded, thus the reason to be sketchy on public entries about the cruise expereince. Frankly I'm overwhelmed: there is so much to think about, disect, and record-my feelings, the people I met, and thoughts regarding them. Also my poor readers, I wish no death of bordom or beating a dead tree again towards you. For my own sanity, there has been private notations made-from the sketchy notes I wrote in a handwritten journal. Such a twisted web I weave-it can get all confusing in the end....maybe "you" care, maybe you don't....but i sure do....
Robert.
We bonded over Bjork during the Oscars, on Sunday night. David was with me, and left, leaving the two of us to converse. As the night unfolded with all of the glory, the spark seemed to flicker, and suddenly fade. Frankly if I wanted to, I could of gone to second or even home base with Robert. On similar stance with the "Oliver" situation, I thought I either wouldn't see Robert again, or he would emerge into a bitter old queen much like Oliver.
Over the course of the week, Robert and I ran into each other again and again, and again, and again. Even to the point of tracking him down to re-give him my contact information at the leather party. And he was so genuine, so fresh, and open. His honesty with regards to Allan was refreshing, and intellegent. He was cautious not to tred on anything that could (and would be) brewing-for that, I have alot of respect.
He finally made contact for what I am gratefull. Atlanta could possibly calling, and with friends in Athens, it could be yet another destination for the year.
My brain is overloaded, thus the reason to be sketchy on public entries about the cruise expereince. Frankly I'm overwhelmed: there is so much to think about, disect, and record-my feelings, the people I met, and thoughts regarding them. Also my poor readers, I wish no death of bordom or beating a dead tree again towards you. For my own sanity, there has been private notations made-from the sketchy notes I wrote in a handwritten journal. Such a twisted web I weave-it can get all confusing in the end....maybe "you" care, maybe you don't....but i sure do....