C

He came up to visit me from Charlottesville this weekend. We hung out for a bit at my house before heading out to see Spiderman 2 (which was pretty cool, by the way). Amazingly enough, I think this was the first movie we've seen together, even though we've been doing date-y activities since September 2002. He went out to dinner and Dream with some of his friends, but came over to my house afterwards to eat. He stayed over, and P and N made obnoxious comments about how I better have a condom handy, etc. Of course I didn't need it. We went to my room and slept on opposite sides of the bed fully clothed, passing out almost immediately. In the morning, we woke up and went downstairs where my mom and some of my guy friends who had crashed in the basement were chatting. They got me to play the violin again, insiting on having some cultural experience... my rusty violin-playing is hardly something I would call a cultural experience. Unless you think screeching noises are culturally enriching.

He and I slipped off from time to time to talk. We went up to the guest room and sprawled out on the bed to chat next to a huge bookcase. At some point, I read him some Yeats and told him that Dr. Oc (from Spidey 2) was definitely right about poetry. He asked me when I wanted to get married. No, not to him, foolios! Just in general. I said 25 or 26. Then he said I better get crackin bc I don't have much time left.

N picked him up from my house early in the afternoon, and I was sad to see him leave. It's strange, this man... He is so different with me than he is in front of others. I swear he's more than a caveman! When I went back up to my room, I found a postcard of Tiananmen Square sitting on my laptop.

M,

Just thinking of you and I wanted to send you my greetings from China...

Always,
C

Nothing terribly deep or remotely eloquent, but for some reason, I felt a pang of sadness at the thought of never seeing him again.

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