Future plans

The date did not begin well. For one thing, it was raining. For another, one of the very first things to happen was the date frontloading with the entirety of their gender and sexual identities. Any one of those things were fine, but sometime during the litany the sheer totality of it all killed the mood. The whole situation morphed from a date to something more akin to a job interview, where skills and competencies were individually assessed in relation to the task at hand. It was all very professional

The food was nice, though. Definitely a place to return to

Rust

Suddenly, a text

“Heya, I’m in town for a spell, mind if I come up?”

No mind. Come right up

And so, there was talking, laughing, reminiscing, the impromptu singing of Regina Spektor songs. The old slow dance when reaching the chorus of Us, remembered only in muscle memory. For the briefest of moments, things were as they had once been, a re-enaction of the ages

Like all moments, this too passed. It brought a smile to the soul nevertheless, a reminder of things past and a promise of things to come