There are so many more relevant things about James, but the thing that comes back over and over to bounce around my brain is, �I�m dating a man that has his own action figure and lunch box.� Yeah, like as in he doesn�t have these cause he�s into some kind of nostalgic reliving of his childhood, collecting scheme, oh no, these are actually him, like he�s on a tv show that�s so very popular in certain parts of the world that evidently people there feel the need to own these little effigies of him. I�m sitting at Michael Thomas coffee, today I�m having a great cup of Guatemalan. Such a robust coffee, Guatemalans are. The owner of the day spa is walking around the place, fallowed by another man, I note this because of there slow and steady pace. I don�t know if they are meditating or what. It was kind of strange, and when I said my hellos I had the distinct feeling that I was disturbing them in some way. There�s an aged hippy, new-ager sitting across from me. His head has bowed and he�s snoozing away. The pastry he was nibbling on has long slipped from his slackened hand and fallen to the floor. I would be worried except for the rhythmic rise and fall of his chest.
So, I was out way to late, err, up way to late to be more precise as I didn�t return home last night. I have no regrets whatsoever and am enjoying getting to know James, whole heartedly. It feels good to be so interested in someone. Hugs.