Here’s to being spontaneous, I just wish he’d fucking call first…

So Older Navy came up to see me on Saturday. It wasn’t completely last minute, he decided to come up Friday but was still being wishy washy about it up until minutes before his flight took off. I didn’t even know whether he got on the plane.

So at 8:30 I picked him up at Port Authority. We saw each other across 42nd street and waved. It was one of those beautiful New York moments, straight out of Woody Allen film. We couldn’t decide who was going to cross the street. When we finally met on my corner we hugged, kissed and cooed.

We walked back to my place, dropped off his stuff and intended on walking right back out the door to go have dinner…didn’t happen. 20 minutes in the door and we’re naked.

When we finally get ourselves together we head out the door in search of food. We managed to find a cute little Italian place on 9th that was completely filled to the brim with excited Gay men. It was fun, but kinda loud. We had a great meal that I insisted on paying for. After dinner her was excited to hit the town. I was tired as hell but I agreed to march on into the crowded New York night. We took the train down to the West village in search of good music. We couldn’t find any…weird. So we went to the sex shops instead.

We hopped into the Pink Pussycat which I always thought was a pretty nice place. It wasn’t. There was all kinds of seedy toys and bad porn. Older Navy wanted to see if he could find any of the old porns like “Deep Throat.” The woman at the counter looked at him like he was insane. That’s when we left.

We grabbed some ice cream at Mary’s Dairy, had about 2 bites and both felt rather ill. It was time to go home…and have sex.

In the morning, after some morning nookie, I took him out for brunch at Eatery. He flipped. He loved it. At brunch he looks me in the eye and says, “So I’m thinking I’ll come up to New York for 2 weeks and stay with you sometime. I think I might want to find a place to teach up here and maybe move.” Woah, did I hear that right? He’s thinking about moving here? Now I’m not stupid, he’s not thinking of moving here because of me. He loves New York, he wants to live here and experience it, and I just happen to be a great place to stay and have sex while he’s looking for more permanent digs. I mean, I don’t discount my involvement here entirely, but I can’t take credit for his desire to move.

It would be fun to have him here though.

Anyway, after brunch we spent the day shopping and eating. He wanted to find t-shirt that actually fit and I was more than happy to take him shopping. The only problem was, he was not into PDA at all. He would not kiss me on the street, in the subway, near the fitting room…nothing. At one point, while we were completely alone I leaned in to kiss him and he actually pulled away. So I went away to sulk. He caught on and apologized and kissed me…it really wasn’t the same. I felt like that was pity PDA. I mean, I guess at 35 PDA seems icky but I just want to kiss him to let him know that I like him, I want to kiss him!

Anyway, after shopping we decided we were really tired and it would be a great idea to hit the movies. We saw Star Wars. It was pretty good…still a Jedi fan!

After the movie was something huge. He met the best friend. Although she did her best to be as distant as possible (she really wants to hate him, I can tell) he put on his adorable Old Navy, southern charm and I think pretty much knocked her socks off. She even told me that he was great (“even though I think he’s fucking with your head”). He loved her too!

So we went home, ate homemade mac and cheese (that I made thank you very much) in bed and cuddled. After some rather adventurous hanky panky we passed out around 2am. In the morning the alarm went off at 7am. I needed to get to work and he had a plane to catch. When he leaned over to hit snooze he also kissed me…commence quicky morning sex. Good stuff. We both took showers and had no time to get breakfast. We hopped in a cab down to Port Authority, grabbed some gross breakfast food to go and ran to his airport bus.

As he got on the bus I waved to him through the glass…another romantic whirlwind of a weekend…a girl could get used to this