Today was such a good day. So I wake up and was excited because of my plans for today. I quickly grabbed a shower and got dressed and hopped on the train.

On the way to Deanna's apartment, a red Jeep slowed down a little when it got to where I was walking and this old man looks out. Not old bearded man, more of an old 50-ish man with glasses and a beer belly. So I was kind of freaked but acted as if it was the most natural thing in the whole world, being looked at by an old man. So I just kept on walking. The man resumed his normal speed and parked a little up on the side. He got out and started to talk into his cellphone but as I walked past him I felt him following me with his eyes. I just continued walking and acted as if I hadn't noticed. The first chance I got, I ducked into Deanna's apartment complex and finally, I took a deep breath. Deanna came down and rescued me a few moments later.

I met her friend, Rachel who is really nice. When I meet girl friends of Deanna I am always careful to not assume that they are lesbians. Which is a good thing since Rachel was not a lesbian. We, Rachel and I, both like the cock. The three of us had a late brunch then met up with Deanna's friend Rob (from last weekend) and the four of us went to the Philadelphia Art Museum in which we visited the much sought after Rocky statue. I was like, "meh. So, it's a statue. Heh."

Then climbed the legendary famous steps into the museum. Sundays are free except for a donation. So I donated one dollar. And we got nifty pins. Of course Rob paid the full price but he's 27 so he can afford it. Bastard.

So I was the tour guide since I knew more about the art museum than any one of them (Rob is a fag and therefore only likes Van Gogh, Deanna is a lesbian - she fixes doors and Rachel is from Boston so she hasn't been to the museum. I hope Deanna and Rob never see this) so I was acting like my usual tour guidey self - mainly being an asshole and saying things like, "That is a display case, made circa 1995 in China, most likely although there is some debate in its exact origins. Used back in the day (and now) to display things." and everyone would just groan and roll their eyes.

"This is a statue. It is made of stone. Or something hard like that. Maybe granite. Or marble. Whatever. And it is very expensive."

"This frame was made in the 1700's by the Dutch. Look at its ornate flowerings and letterings. The painting, done by some guy named Gogh, is only there to accentuate the frame. And boy, does it accentuate it well?"

"There is nothing to see here, it is all tacky."

Then we left to get lunch. I was supposed to meet Colin at the 30th Street Station at 3:00 PM and it was already 2:00 PM. But we walked all the way from the Art Museum to Market Street and 18th. Had lunch at the Ruby's in Liberty Place. Had a soup, put up five dollars and left to meet Colin. It started to drizzle a little bit. As I approached the station, Colin called me and we met in the middle. I was glad he wasn't 6'5".

Okay, here's the deal. The last time I met someone online the guy was tall and I do not like tall guys. It only makes me look way way way short. So I cannot go for that. But I was glad that Colin was not 6'5". He was about 5'8" or whatever. I don't want to sound superficial or anything but height is very important to me. It's one of those things that can make or break a person for me. I know some people will understand.

Also, his facebook picture looked weird so I'm glad he wasn't weird looking. He looked good. He is a redhead and he kind of looks like one of those actors in Stargate or something, I don't know. He looks familiar but different and new at the same time. We started walking towards the Bubble House. And then it started to pour.

You know, this is the thing that would happen to me. Upon meeting someone, it will rain and cancel our plans. We took refuge in a subway station underground and after a while of talking, we decided to take the subway to City Hall and thereabouts. But we missed our stop since we were talking or not paying attention. So we ended up close to Chinatown and the Gallery. I took him to Penang. Well, I gave him a choice since I am really bad at choosing things. Rangoon or Penang? He picked Penang. I like Penang. They have good food there. So we had our lunch.

Digress a little. Some people know that I stutter a lot. I mean, most people think that I just get tongue tied sometimes. Or whatever. And this is also another one of those things that I feel so ashamed about. People might say its cute or whatever but I just think its annoying. I've developed tricks to overcome it. Like, I would think about what I want to say. But lately that hasn't been working anymore. Stuttering increases when I'm stressed, I think. But right now, I haven't been stuttering as much. Words have been flowing out of my mouth with maybe a kink or two sometimes. But nothing ever serious. Another trick I do is I take a deep breath and just kind of go with the flow and let it out. And lastly, I look elsewhere or gesture with my hands to kind of force the words out. I don't know why I stutter and I hate it and I wished I didn't have this because it makes people notice me or note me as the boy who stutters and I do not want to be known as the boy who stutters. I mean, I don't stutter often. But, I don't know. Argh.

Anyway, I wasn't stutter as much with Colin which was a surprise since he's a new person and I was plenty nervous. But was charming and witty and funny. After lunch he let me decided what to do next so I suggested a movie at the Ritz. We walked there and saw Haven. Which reminded me of Crash only everyone dies and has a bad ending in Haven. Relatively speaking, compared to Crash.

During the movie, I was so nervous because I'm never the one to make the first move. But Colin is shy (I think?) also so he probably wasn't going to make a move. I only wanted to hold his hand. But to actually go about doing it was a different story. First, I placed my arm on half of the arm rest and he did the same. I moved in a little closer and finally our two arms were side by side but our hands were at our mouths or something. He laid his arm down on the armrest and I followed suit. Then I took my pinky and scratched at his and then our two hands intertwined. But please note, this took about half the movie to accomplish because I am a pussy. There, I said it. But I liked holding hands. We didn't just hold hands, that was boring. But we wrestled and caressed and it was cute. And hot. He had nice hands.

Then the movie ended. And we walked to the Gallery again and I said, "Okay, we have two choices. I can just stay here and catch the R6 home or we can go together to your car and you can drive me to Temple's train station." and he's like, "yes"

"yes to which?"
"no, you can come along." which, I thought, meant that we are going to go to his car and he will drive me to the Temple Station. He's weird.

So we do that and reach his car. And I find out that he likes Death cab too. I asked him:

"So, when are you free again."
"Mostly every weekend."
"I'm not free next weekend."
"I'm free on Fridays."
"Are you free on October 8th? Not this sunday but next sunday."
"yes."
"So. Friday or Sunday?"
"yes."
"yes to which?"
"Either one."

I want him to come with me to OutFest. But I would be willing to hang out with him again on Friday. After I left though, I realized I didn't remember which date we had decided on. So I just e-mailed him and hopefully he will get back to me promptly - as promptly as Colin gets back to me. Which might take a few days. Boo.

So I think that things are finally going well. Deanna is introducing me to her wide world of gay people and fun things to do while I am meeting all these guys. I feel good. As if I can change tides and predict earthquakes and be a better person. I can't stop smiling. But, as always, there's always this voice or thought in the back of my mind whispering to me that this might all end one day. And I have to be prepared for this. But hopefully that day will be far away and many happy dates will come before it.

Goodnight