A post in which I start the weekend with my sweet boy

Quiet day at work today. Since the whole department has been caught up in an audit/special project, its been quiet on my desk. I'll pay for it when it's over, but for right now I'm good. They found out today that they didn't have to work on Saturday, which is good.

Hit the gym when I got done. It was hard today. I'm on level three on the elliptical walker, and it's killing me. But I got through it. I didn't enjoy it as much as usual, but I got through it. The second half wasn't so bad. I need to mix a new workout lineup. I have lost some weight, but I'm afraid to weigh. The pants I bought at Christmas are hanging off me. Yay.

This weekend M and I have our first big block of time together. We're usually trying to grab scraps of time after work and staying up too late. It feels almost decadent to have two whole days and three evenings to drink each other in. I'm really stoked about it. I'm taking him to his first flea market tomorrow. I hope he likes it.

I got home and had just finished putting stuff away from the various bags (I'm living a lot out of duffel bags these days, between work clothes, gym clothes, and date clothes) when M came in. I straightened up stuff a bit and showered while he read that book I loaned him (mua hahaha). We decided to go to Brixx for dinner. They do have good food. But when we got there, there were about eight million cream cheese suburbanites milling around aimlessly, there was a half hour wait for a table, and to cap it all off a live band (insert full body shiver here), of course with amplifiers blaring. Most of the tables for the restaurant were outside, and it looked as if it was going to rain. Plus the ambiance was just crawling up my crack like a roto-rooter. I spend all week long with suburbanites. When I'm not being paid I like to be around people with a bit more individuality. And by Friday evening if I have to look at one more pair of Dockers, I'm just going to puke. Not good at dinner.

You've all heard me disclaim on the live band thing before, but what is the deal with that?? Amateur musicians playing music you're tired of hearing on the radio, usually poorly, and inevitably with a skull-cracking decibel level. What is it about this that draws people like flies to shit? My theory is that they use the noise as an excuse to take a break from the dull, blathering substitute for conversation.

At any rate, as you can guess gentle reader, I was not at all thrilled to be there. I used the wait as an excuse, and we went across the street to Saffron for a delicious meal, fantastic service, and a quiet relaxed atmosphere. Because Lord knows the Ranch Dividians wouldn't be caught dead in an Indian restaurant. Oh yeah, that was much more like it. I felt bad about putting up a fuss at Brixx. They do have good pizza, and I know that M likes that place. But tonight was just not the night. I don't do crowds well anyway, but particularly on Friday night when I'm wanting to relax and unwind. And the presence of so much undiluted family homogeneous heterosexuality is just grating to me at times. It still made me feel a bit small to act kind of bitchy at the start of our weekend together.

At Saffron I relaxed and we had a nice dinner. The topic we delved into tonight was more details on families. I had forgotten that he has two brothers because he doesn't talk about them much. Apparently because he isn't close to either of them. With good reason. As much problems as I have with my family, I actually felt fairly fortunate tonight in listening to the horror stories M told me. It makes me sad to hear them. And how did such a great guy come from such a terrible background? Although in psychology they tell you if you get what you need before age 5 or 6 you have the base you need to build a strong and healthy psyche, it still seems to defy logic that such a sweet and loving guy could come from such a hard and unforgiving family. At least he has a kind aunt and a cool cousin to talk to from time to time.

After dinner we browsed through a couple of stores at the nearby shopping center. I want some more compression shorts to work out in, but I didn't find any at the discount stores tonight. Sadly, may have to pay (gasp) retail. Shocking, I know, but one pair of workout underwear just isn't cutting it any more.

We got home and just lay down to talk. I love the intimate time when we can just chat and cuddle with each other. M is so incredibly good to me and so sweet. No sex tonight, he was having some tummy trouble after the Chinese buffet last night, but it scarcely mattered. Just being close to each other and weaving that little space that is just the two of us was plenty. I am a lucky, lucky man. I don't know what I did to deserve this, but I'm very grateful for it.