Winter is ending...

Yesterday was simply an utterly gorgeous day outside. Lovely bright blue skies, great big burning thing that shone ALL DAY... yeah, it was nice. Funny to see all the people outside, soaking it up.

Anyway, met up with Grant at about two. First we wandered into the art gallery, 'cause it's free and something simple to do. Plus, y'know, all the artwork to comment on. That didn't take up much time, though, so we headed out to the waterfront to enjoy the sunshine and just sat and talked for a while. It's nice 'cause he's got the quiet, soothing voice that makes me want to talk softly in reponse, and that we're sort of conspiring together about something that not everyone is fit to overhear.

It's so nice 'cause most guys who approach me are either half-drunk dunderheads, or strangely creepy people I can't wait to get away from. And he's neither. Very glad about that. I mean, when we talked on Friday, and he said he'd emailed this lady who'd published this book of comics and he said he felt like such a fanboy all happy-giddy when she emailed him back. He called himself a fanboy. How cool is that?!

It got a bit cold sitting on the waterfront, so we took a walk through the park, and then made our way to Fidel's on Cuba Street 'cause I felt like coffee. And cake. Chocolate cake with a bit of yogurt. Mmm. More talking while drinking, and then more wandering and such 'til he walked me back to the place I'm staying at.

It's really cool. I like that we could talk for three hours without boring each other. I like that I didn't end up dominating the conversation like usually happens when boys are chatting me up and asking question after question. I like that he's articulate and knows all sorts of interesting stuff, and really importantly, is so not creepy.

Seeing him again Sunday.

Fin.