Day 108

I moved to Austin knowing very few people in the city. Of those few I have seen none until the other day at work my college pal Nate came to my register with his boyfriend, Bill. He wanted us to hang out after work. And we did.

He lives literally down the street from my store in these ridiculously expensive yet equally ridiculously nice apartments. We sat on their patio with their two new outside chairs and the one rolling, definitively "inside" chair (they bought for the two of them only, not for guests). Gin and tonics were had, cheese stuffed crust pizza was eaten and music, movies and books were shared.

When we were properly lubricated, I gave a great unabridged account of the Nonrelationship Saga to much arguing about the other party's motives due to Nate being sure all men think the same way. It was interesting to hash it out to someone who hadn't heard it before while in this city where we both live. Not that there is any indication that we are only a handful of miles from one another versus hours, states, or oceans away.

I ended up dreaming about it that night though I can't remember the details. I know it was unsatisfying, to stay true to the reality, I suppose.