G-DAY 3

I'm going to blog this after all, just in case some of you are waiting to hear.

More than halfway (as I figure it) into my Kafkaesque metamorphosis into a barfly, I set off after work for 30 Degrees (y'know, Cobalt) with butterflies in my stomach but a fairly positive attitude.

An hour and a half in Gabriel's archangelic presence later, I left the place a bit dejected. Maybe because my ostensible primary goal was not achieved. (Translated: there will be one less postcard sent out of Slovakia later this month.) But I guess all things considered, it went pretty well. And maybe you'll tell me that I'm crazy to think that it didn't go well. ("All things considered" would be that he isn't "available", mainly. I'm sure I'll come up with more later.)

Once again, there was lots of cute & familiar interaction, and some especially endearing cuteness on my part (I'm really giving this a lot of effort, people!) -- don't think that didn't register with him. I could read it all over his face. So -- when you think that a month ago I knew nothing more about the G-Man than two photos in a newspaper/website, perhaps you might tell me that getting to this point is pretty ballsy & pretty remarkable (esp. for little ol' me). I may even start to believe it myself.

Meanwhile, I'll try to avoid overanalyzing every minute detail of the duration of our relationship.

Yeah, right. Good luck with all that, Richko.