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I took an early train to DC Saturday morning and showed up in front of Bob's building at about 10:15 a.m., but he was on the phone and I couldn't get buzzed up! A couple of people exited the building, but I resisted the temptation to grab the door.
Saturday morning was when I discovered that the cradle for my cell phone no longer charges the phone, so I turned it off and tried to charge it on the train. This meant that I didn't get his messages for me. He had bad cell karma as well, and had his phone turned off so it would charge. Sigh.
Still, I did eventually get through to him on the door box and gained admittance. We gathered our things and headed to the Great Falls park to walk along the tow path and clamber over the rocks of the Billy Goat trail. There were a few places where a particular scene just struck me and I had to stop in my tracks to appreciate it. It's a wonderful place and I'd like to go back soon. I wonder what it would look like in the snow? Does the canal ice over?
But the best thing of the hike was the company. Our conversation ranged as far as our feet, and farther. I can't remember having such conversations with anyone else.
We had lunch back at his home and napped for a bit, then rolled around and played with each other before he had to get up, get dressed and get out. Bob generously left me in his condo to do some reading from his stack of books. I read the first few pages of "The Highly Sensitive Person"; I think that Russell could benefit from reading it and I'll be getting a copy to him soon.
Bob returned, and we had a light dinner before heading out. He was attending a concert at the National Shrine, and I was going to the monthly HIV social which was just a short distance away from Bob's building. As he dropped me off, he suggested that I might meet someone he knew, and that's just what I did!
Gene R. lives north of Baltimore, and I introduced myself to him in passing. (I'm getting quite comfortable introducing myself to people at these and other gatherings.) We talked for a while. I described my day before arriving at the social, and he realized that he knew Bob, which just proves how small the world is.
I also spoke a little with some of the other men there, including Paul, who is determined to help me apply for the Maryland Drug Assistance Program. He tells me there's no waiting list. He and I will be getting together before too long so he can help me complete the application and send it it.
As the evening drew to a close, I found myself swelling with such a feeling of love for almost everybody I saw. My eyes felt hot, as if I were going to cry. It was just a wonderful thing.
Gene drove me home, and we spoke at length, sharing our stories. He's a very sweet, sexy man with strong hands. I'm sure we'll see each other again; he's already emailed me and read a little of my journal. :-)
My life is feeling these days like a snowball as I continue meeting these wonderful people. I went to bed Saturday night, but I had trouble falling to sleep, I was so happy. I feel like my heart expands a little each day. I think I'm beginning to actually feel like I've never felt before, and I think my journal is helping me to explore my own heart.
Saturday morning was when I discovered that the cradle for my cell phone no longer charges the phone, so I turned it off and tried to charge it on the train. This meant that I didn't get his messages for me. He had bad cell karma as well, and had his phone turned off so it would charge. Sigh.
Still, I did eventually get through to him on the door box and gained admittance. We gathered our things and headed to the Great Falls park to walk along the tow path and clamber over the rocks of the Billy Goat trail. There were a few places where a particular scene just struck me and I had to stop in my tracks to appreciate it. It's a wonderful place and I'd like to go back soon. I wonder what it would look like in the snow? Does the canal ice over?
But the best thing of the hike was the company. Our conversation ranged as far as our feet, and farther. I can't remember having such conversations with anyone else.
We had lunch back at his home and napped for a bit, then rolled around and played with each other before he had to get up, get dressed and get out. Bob generously left me in his condo to do some reading from his stack of books. I read the first few pages of "The Highly Sensitive Person"; I think that Russell could benefit from reading it and I'll be getting a copy to him soon.
Bob returned, and we had a light dinner before heading out. He was attending a concert at the National Shrine, and I was going to the monthly HIV social which was just a short distance away from Bob's building. As he dropped me off, he suggested that I might meet someone he knew, and that's just what I did!
Gene R. lives north of Baltimore, and I introduced myself to him in passing. (I'm getting quite comfortable introducing myself to people at these and other gatherings.) We talked for a while. I described my day before arriving at the social, and he realized that he knew Bob, which just proves how small the world is.
I also spoke a little with some of the other men there, including Paul, who is determined to help me apply for the Maryland Drug Assistance Program. He tells me there's no waiting list. He and I will be getting together before too long so he can help me complete the application and send it it.
As the evening drew to a close, I found myself swelling with such a feeling of love for almost everybody I saw. My eyes felt hot, as if I were going to cry. It was just a wonderful thing.
Gene drove me home, and we spoke at length, sharing our stories. He's a very sweet, sexy man with strong hands. I'm sure we'll see each other again; he's already emailed me and read a little of my journal. :-)
My life is feeling these days like a snowball as I continue meeting these wonderful people. I went to bed Saturday night, but I had trouble falling to sleep, I was so happy. I feel like my heart expands a little each day. I think I'm beginning to actually feel like I've never felt before, and I think my journal is helping me to explore my own heart.
