So this weekend Chris and I visited the great city of New York City.

Getting to NYC was something of an adventure since Chris couldn't drive and I never like to drive. I picked him up at his house and I had to meet his father to get permission or something. But meeting his father - for me, was different than his father meeting me since I'm kind of going out with his son. But his father was nice and didn't really grill me or anything. His father had recently broke his hand in a motorcycle accident. So I had to shake his hand with my left hand to accomodate for the fact that his father's right hand was broken.

We took the PA Turnpike, then the NJ turnpike and after that everything else just kind of went downhill. The exits that Google maps produced were not anywhere in site and we thought we missed something so I had to go in and ask some gas station attendees for directions. A couple of times. But I guess thats the whole pizazz of a roadtrip. I mean, we're bound to get lost. Two suburban - good looking suburban - kids cannot hope to navigate the open world without a snag or two - of a dozen. But it was fun spending time with Chris in the car.

We got to Chris' uncle's house in Brooklyn fine. We parked outside and I was actually surprised that it wasn't as shitty as I had expected (I mean, I just thought everything in NYC is expensive and crappy, right?) But anyway. So, we've been calling his uncle every so often every since we started out but he wasn't picking up. Plus Chris' phone isn't very good at staying on. So here we are outside, in front of the door to his uncle's apartment door and we're ringing the doorbell and calling him without success. Chris and I were in the dumps. Sad. We looked at each other and decided to go home. Fuck it. Just leave. Actually, Chris decided to leave and I just went along with it because I didn't want to leave. But five minutes into leaving, we got lost so we called one of our friends in NYC and decided to visit him. But five minutes after hanging up with him, Chris' uncle called us - he had to use my phone since my phone doesn't shut off everytime there's something important - and we got lost again getting to his uncle's place. But that was quickly resolved.

The plan was for Chris to come out to his uncle via me. Me as the vehicle to his small little faggoty flame. But the actual moment was small and insignificant. I mean, Chris was just like, "Hey Uncle Jim. Here's dennis, the boyfriend." And his uncle was just like, "hm." We went up the stairs and into the apartment and met the uncle's partner Adolfo. We chatted a little bit. But it was mostly Chris and his Uncle Jim because I didn't know them very well and because I was so very tired. After the conversations, we saw The Devil Wears Prada. It was very enjoyable. Moreso when Chris and I were on the little seat thing without armrests holding each other's hands.

After this we went to bed. Or the correct thing would be "went to couch." because thats where we slept. Of course Chris got the good side and I got the side with the wooden bar or something. But nevertheless, spooning was fun. It was the first time we slept together and it was sweet. I love holding him or having him hold me. I didn't get much sleep though. Not because of the hot sweet sex (which didn't happen) but because I have a hard time sleeping in a stranger's house especially when I'm on the uncomfortable part of the couch. He smells so good.

In the morning, of course I woke up first at 7:30-8ish. But Chris wasn't up yet. Not officially. Naturally, my hands slipped down into his pants. Hey, his body is MINE. Teehee. But this didn't wake up him. Well, he did stir and everything and spooned with me. But it wasn't until 9 or so that he woke up. And just laying in bed, I love it.

Matt called us in the morning and asked us when we wanted to meet up. But Chris and I were busy not being busy so we told him that we called him when we were leaving. We didn't leave until 11 or so. We took the subway into Times Square. Met Matt and his boyfriend (Matt is my ex-bf FYI - for those who are not familar with my life). His boyfriend was this Asian guy with frosted hair and those dark thick rimmed glasses, black scarf and white canvas or whatever jacket. Matt sported a black leather? jacket and skinny jeans. I had told Chris before we embarked to meet these two that we probably will look dumpy compared to them. And we do. But I didn't care.

Matt, Chris and I were talking about whatever but his boyfriend - Jimmy - hardly said a word to us the whole time. He was always walking ahead. So I kept pushing Matt up ahead to walk with his boyfriend. I mean, I didn't want Jimmy to be lonely. Or whatever. Plus, Matt kept being mean to me. It's not a change because I'm mean to him too. And Chris was there to help me out.

It's our little thing, Matt and I. We make fun of each other. And Chris and I do that too. So combine everything and it was a whole lot of making fun of each other. A whole lot. And Jimmy didn't join in. But whatev.

We walked around and around NYC towards Central Park but we stopped in a few shops. But after a while of stopping into places that were too expensive for Chris and me, we just stopped and told them that we were circling the block and they can call us when they're done.

Central Park was nice. Although by this time I had gotten enough of Jimmy. I kind of wished it was only Matt, Chris and I since we have good conversations. Although I kept giving Matt the eye for continually making fun of Chris' college major. Sometimes Matt keeps up with the jokes - like last time I was with him and Charlotte. Matt kept doing that and I had to kick him under the table.

Anyway, we walked past the ice skating rink and Jimmy and I were trying to urge our respective boyfriends to go ice skating with us. But neither of them we willing so I gave up. But Jimmy and Matt took pictures at the rink. Chris and I decided to be antisocial and sit down. Chris was getting annoyed by Jimmy too.

After this, we started to head back. We were much quieter on the way back. That was because we were tired. It was a lot of walking. Once we got to the subway, Matt and I hugged. For all the trouble he is, Matt is a great friend and I'm glad that I remained friends with him after we broke up.

On the subway home, I closed by eyes to get some rest before the long drive home. Chris held my hand.

I'm happy inside.

Driving home, we got lost getting to the Brooklyn Expressway but after that it was pretty simple. We got Chinese food before we went home. Then we went home (can't you tell I'm tired of writing this?).

I realized something as Chris held my hand in the car on the ride home. That I really like this guy. And he really likes me. And perhaps it might even be love. Something I haven't really experienced. Not this kind of love. The kind I chose. It's different. And I love it. I love love. I want to spend more and more time with him. Doing whatever, I don't care. It doesn't matter.

I feel so lucky. And happy all over.

It was a good experience.

PS. The title of this post is an inside joke. In case Chris reads this.