A Day of Firsts

I will always remember today as the day Gabriel and I had our first kiss.

You read that right, folks. Saw the G-Man at the Pride festival today. Got a hug and a kiss on the cheek, which I gladly returned. It was more sweet than passionate or sexy (onthecheeks usually are that way), but I may still always remember it. I don't intend for it to be the last.

There were some other firsts: first time interacting with him outside of the bar (last evening's parade doesn't really count), first time seeing who some of his friends are, and first time spotting the only-temporary-if-I-have-anything-to-do-with-it BF. (How evil am I becoming??) I can see the external appeal, but I wonder if there's any more to it than that. Anyhoo, the affection between them was a little hard to stomach, so I took it in as a reality check, and made a quick exit when it was starting to spill over into disgust (mine, not theirs).

I'm off to the old country, y'all. Be good now, ya hear? I may blog from the road. (And I promise to not be G-Blogging anymore until I get back. Cross my heart!)