Last night I went on my second date with T.H. We went to see Lilo and Stitch, the new Disney movie, which I can’t recommend highly enough.
At a particularly moving moment in the movie, I started crying. (Don’t laugh. It was a terrific movie. I would quote some of it but I don’t want to ruin it for those of you who haven’t seen it.) Anyway, as I was weeping at the animated beauty before me, I heard a little sniff coming from next to me.
Could it possibly be that T.H. was crying too?
This was too much to hope for. No one has ever passed the does-he-cry-at-the-same-time-as-me-at-a-movie test.
So I reached over and stroked his cheek, ostensibly displaying an inappropriate level of affection in public, but secretly checking to see if his cheek was wet.
It was.
I was so happy.
“Finally,” I thought, “somebody I’ll be able to put on a pedestal as a model of perfection, so that the first time he shows any signs of being human or failing me in even the slightest way, I can be completely crushed and disappointed and hate him forever.”
Then we went back to my place and had sex.
Yeah, whatever. Still waiting for those porn movie details, Mister Sensitive.
Sounds like an idea for a new Disney commercial.
Sigh…some guys have all the luck….I hate you…. 🙂
Yeah…now back to that porno gig you did
Just lovely the way you frame each episode. You bring out the erotic by letting the possibility of bliss be the one thing you distrust most. Very moving. How was Monday morning?
Uh oh… someone may stop “searching” soon and you know what that means. There will be no need for The Search for Love in Manhattan. But alas, what would we all do without Faustus??? Who else would we live vicariously through?
I’m happy for you although you have absolutely no idea who I am and I have no other reason to feel this way except that you finding someone perfect for you makes me hope I may some day, too. Although I really would miss you if you really had found love. Bittersweet.
Just passing thru, via wKen… Man, a cursory read of your blog would suggest that gay guys get it on more than heteros… Bummer! 🙂 Oh well, I’ll just have to redouble my efforts.
Holy Jesus. You are me.
Well, aside from the whole gay, male, american thing.
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