Out of the blue i am messaged – he is in town from LA and wants to know if I would be interested to go hangout and check out some galleries in the mission district.

Spontaneously I say yes. It is a nice Sunday afternoon and I have no plans.

We agree to meet down on Valencia at a favorite coffee place. When I get there it is packed, no seats, line out the door. I text him that this is the situation and that I will find another spot.

So I go walking. He texts that he has parked and will come find me. We head towards each other. I must make good time because I am more than halfway there and haven’t passed him.

I finally stop and text asking here he is. He is on his way so I don’t move.

Eventually we connect and I mention passing this interesting gallery with a printmaking show. So we head back down to the gallery.

We had a terrific time looking at art, discussing artists, types of art and then comparing our own work. We show and tell of each of our own art on our phones and then spend some time chatting with the gallery owner.

The printmaking show is wonderful. after we are done here we head out and spend time walking around the mission. He is hungry but I already ate so we stop and I let him grab ethiopian food and then we window shop.

Coffee is next to round out the afternoon. At the coffee place we sit closer and there is light touching on the leg and arm.

These social cues of interest are fascinating.

I am relearning how to flirt.

How to touch to imply interest.

Eventually we finish our coffee and he has to go. We walk to his car and say good bye. 

A hug and kiss goodbye

Damn he is tall, I have a hard time reaching him.

He off to head back to LA and I am here so there isn’t much future there.