G.

So I did end up going out on that date with G. We met at the latest fancy sushi place in Tribeca, had an expensive but not to my taste meal, chatted and caught up, and then…. went home. It was the first time he’d ever not taken me home with him, and I was surprised. Relieved, since things hadn’t actually ended with the boyfriend yet, and I was glad not to make that decision after all, but still. Couldn’t decide if it was just a trial to see if we were still interested in each other, or what. No mention, of course, of the many months of absence.

But I’ve heard from him semi-frequently since, and he talks about wanting to get together when he gets back to the city in a few weeks, so I guess we’ll see. At least he’s of appropriate age.

I haven’t told him about my foot surgery, though (see next post). Guess I’ll have to figure out how to handle that.