Better

Well, I went down to his shop today. I spent 3 hours there, talking and laughing and singing and having a great time. It was just like before. I guess that's what we're doing. Acting like that one night didn't happen? I'm following his lead. It hurts a bit, I can admit that, but at the same time, I just couldn't give up this repartee we have. I couldn't even list everything that we talked about. But I do know that he did a lot more talking this time. And I made him laugh a lot, and he made me laugh a lot. And there were a few times, I was looking at my phone, smiling and I'd look up and he'd be staring at me, but HE would exclaim, "What?!" like I was the one staring at him. I keep thinking of things and smiling. 

I got him to hug me goodbye and give me one of those amazing patented hugs. There are levels to it. We went to level 2 today. Beyond the regular hug, into a much tighter squeeze. It didn't last as long as some, but it was nice. I was tempted to kiss him on the cheek. I think I'll save that for next week.

I guess what I have to do is just be patient and sit back and see what happens. 

What it all boils down to is on FB Messenger, he's a dick. But in person, there is so much chemistry and affection. I  have to remember that. 

PS-- About that cop that asked me for drinks? That's never going to happen. He's older than I thought (51), okay, fine...He was married at one point, has kids, okay then. He's got grandkids...uuhmmmm.........aaaaand he's all "Cops can do no wrong" and he's voting for Trump. Nope. I'm out. Sorry, bud.