depotguy's blog post - who doesn't love passion

I spent a quiet morning lolling in bed reading and napping and being quite the slug. I was reading my second favorite author (edmund white) and when I experience anything beautifully passionate I want to do it also.

It is a good time to write about an experience I had saturday night in a bowling ally. About 20 of my friends packed into this bowling ally with 80 other people for a fundraiser. I had decided not to bowl so I was sitting, chating with my friend the organizer. He was standing, talking with a tall lean fellow I didn't know. After awhile the stranger came and sat next to me where we had a good veiw of the bowlers.

I don't remember what opened our conversation. I do remember that early on I told him "I never ask easy questions." And he agreed, I didn't. It was,very quickly, a very personal conversation about death and morality and walking a tightrope between desire and responsibility.

I wondered why,when I saw him talking to my friend I had judged him quickly as someone I didn't need to know. I wondered why as we talked I found him more and more attractive. How his eyes grew narrow (like richard gere's) when he smiled. How beautifully shaped his hands were. Why am I so quick to judge.

His flirtation was very subtle. When picking a character from a TV show from the 60's he said he doubted I would be familiar because i was at least 20 years younger than he. When I told him I was only 6 years younger than him, he said he hated me which is the perfect response in the gay community (wether you mean it or not)

I might never see him again or I might see him next week. It doesn't really matter. It was nice to feel smart and young and to know that you can open yourself to a stranger and be suprised. It was a nice hour.