Mr. G's Spot

He was with a guy who appears to be his boyfriend.  Let's call him "B".  in one corner, he was just quiet, and looked sad and forlorn that you want to wrap your arms around him to give him comfort.  In his loneliness, though, he still exudes that charm.  His soulful eyes captivated me.  His thin lips were inviting that I want press mine with his. I chatted with him while the others were having a party inside the house.  It was just small talk and self introduction.  One thing led to another and we started burning the chat line. We exchanged stories of love and lost love.  We became cyber-friends.  I did not waste any time. I easily confessed my feelings for him.  I thought he was entertaining it too.  We agreed to meet one time to consummate what we have been "planning" to do.  But then, some circumstances at that time did not go well with us.  So we just had coffee and chatted for hours, until we parted ways.

Here I go again, mustering all the strength and courage to suppress this feeling.  I don't want this kind of excitement after I chatted with you in the net, and after we exchanged text messages .  I just do not want to anticipate.  I just do not want to jump into conclusions like there is "something" about it.

“I DON’T KNOW how to say this but it is real. I told myself not to fall, but I am falling for you…” These were the exact words I sent to Jason last night. Mushy, but it was or is real. I was supposed to tell him that, had our dinner pushed through. But he told me, after I called him and after I sent 3 text messages, which were left unanswered, that he was going out with his office-mates. “Okay,” was my only response. I was speechless afterward. It was past 4:30 and we were supposed to meet by 5:00 pm—that is if his schedule would allow; if his prospective employer would not call him again for another meeting. I just shrugged it off, knowing that they have already met and he was given one week to decide on their offer. I know that because he called me at 8 pm that day on my way home—we were supposed to meet also that afternoon. But yesterday my adrenaline rapidly plunged. At 4:30 pm, I just found myself staring blankly at the changing webshots screensaver of my monitor. “Not again,...