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Yesterday was gross; today was better.
Even though I had misgivings, I arranged to meet Pasillero. I'm generally able to rise to the occasion with him, so I thought it might snap me out of my depressive slide. I wasn't sure, though, and part of me just wanted to go home and curl up.
Instead, I camped out at a table in the back of the Middle Eastern Grill in Andersonville and waited for him to finish with a zoning meeting. He'd barely arrived when he had to take a call from his mother. "She'll be the death of me," he complained.
Climbing the stairs to his apartment, we heard two of his neighbours on the upper landing. One almost immediately excused herself, but the other had been at the meeting, too, and had all sorts of thoughts to share with him. I listened for a bit, bemused, but finally excused myself to "use the restroom".
He found me sitting on the bed in the dark. "Did you really have to use the bathroom or were you just trying to escape?" he asked. "I was hoping she might take the hint," I explained. Since we started so much later than usual, you might have expected we'd cut things short, but we ended up chatting politics afterwards and it was nearly 10:30 by the time I left.
It all had the desired effect. I was practically humming to myself on the way home, slept well (or so I thought), and woke up ready to roll out of bed. Of course, some of that can be ascribed to stocking up on masala chai and biscotti at the market. But not all.
Even though I had misgivings, I arranged to meet Pasillero. I'm generally able to rise to the occasion with him, so I thought it might snap me out of my depressive slide. I wasn't sure, though, and part of me just wanted to go home and curl up.
Instead, I camped out at a table in the back of the Middle Eastern Grill in Andersonville and waited for him to finish with a zoning meeting. He'd barely arrived when he had to take a call from his mother. "She'll be the death of me," he complained.
Climbing the stairs to his apartment, we heard two of his neighbours on the upper landing. One almost immediately excused herself, but the other had been at the meeting, too, and had all sorts of thoughts to share with him. I listened for a bit, bemused, but finally excused myself to "use the restroom".
He found me sitting on the bed in the dark. "Did you really have to use the bathroom or were you just trying to escape?" he asked. "I was hoping she might take the hint," I explained. Since we started so much later than usual, you might have expected we'd cut things short, but we ended up chatting politics afterwards and it was nearly 10:30 by the time I left.
It all had the desired effect. I was practically humming to myself on the way home, slept well (or so I thought), and woke up ready to roll out of bed. Of course, some of that can be ascribed to stocking up on masala chai and biscotti at the market. But not all.
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