Linux Wizard
It was a blind date, yet we held hands from the moment we met.
He is vegetarian, and requested anything but American. I chose Udupi Palace, my new favorite Indian restaurant. They seated us in the window, which the Wizard thought spoke well of our attractiveness. Our thali's were, unfortunately, identical. I hardly touched my food, entranced by the novelty of dining with this intelligent, handsome man.
I thrive on novelty.
He has lovely long hair. When our heads touch, our hairs tangle just a bit, and I can feel the gentle pull. I found it very sensual, to be near a man with long hair.
He is intelligent. He talks fast. His conversation is hard to keep up with, perhaps partly because it assumes a knowledge base that I do not possess. "And now our conversation has come again to astronomy." I enjoy talking with him, though I sometimes feel a bit overwhelmed.
His nose is perfectly shaped, with a hint of dimple. I love to touch his nose. He also has a dimple on his left cheek. He has a permanent 5-o'clock shadow. He walks fast. His ambition is not to be rich, but to be famous. He doesn't want kids, never has, never will. His hair smells flowery.
He is wonderful. But on this first date, I did not feel that my personality played to an appreciative audience. My excitement about walking past the building where my very own server is housed, for example, met no reflection in him, no fond willingness to join me in my silly exuberance.
We walked to a folksinger's one-man-show, holding hands, skipping and running, talking of minor things. A stranger on a cell-phone asked me, "Is this Shattuck?" I took the opportunity to quiz him back. "Which direction is Walnut?" This made the Wizard laugh! I missed the turn, but enquired of an an elderly couple soon enough, and they put us on the right path.
The music was the music. I didn't appreciate it all that much, except for the fretless zither. Sometimes the man sang so slowly, I had to invent lyrics to occupy myself. However, I was diverted from boredom by more of that delicious hand-holding previously mentioned. Stroking was added to the repertoire.
Walking home involved oscillations and an orbit.
Once home, I did something I have never done before. I asked my Linux Wizard if he would like to come up for a beverage. And he did, and we talked, I shared with him a secret not fitting for a first date. He recpirocated. Much kissing ensued. It was not easy to stop.
He is romantic. At the door, he picked up one of my hats, and kissed me goodbye beneath it. Then he put it back, picked up the next, and proceeded to kiss me goodbye beneath each and every hat. I bought two more, for our next goodbye!
My Linux Wizard. Is it miaow to notice that he would make my ex jealous?
I often jot important reminders on my hand. My left hand, because I am right-handed. Today my left hand says, RSS. SWitkin. TShirts. Library. Rabbit.