A bottle of wine and two dixie cups
Unexpected.
Magical.
Surreal.
3 of the many words I could use to explain Monday night. But even 1,000 words can't explain the beauty of that night. It all started at 5:30pm. I arrived at Ithaca, and made my way to Vincent's place. I had every intention of just being his friend. Just hanging out. I didn't want to like him as much as I did. He lives in a fire house. Which I didn't think much of, until he told me he actually IS a fire fighter. So that he can live there and go to school. He showed me his outfit and everything. It was so cool. But I'm getting ahead of myself.
First we went out to this quaint little coffee shop. I educated him about the coffee we drank, and we just talked casually. There were no uncomfortable instances, just two friends talking over coffee. Afterwards; he took me on a little tour of Cornell, some of the most beautiful buildings I had ever seen. Most everything was closed though; this immense clock tower, a very stylish museum. It seemed everything closed early on a monday night. Night was falling fairly quick, and we headed over to this lil sports bar to play pool...just like the first night we met. we ate chili fries and played several games of pool. Still I felt so comfortable with him. Nothing wierd, no strange butterfly type feelings. It was all good. Then we went back to the fire station...walking through this beautiful well lit commons area of the city. Where there were so many shops and such beautiful scenery.
We get back to the fire station, and he gave me the grand tour. I was so fascinated with all the pictures on the walls. They were all dated...some going as far back as 1912! We had great conversations about the history of the city. and then he said "i want to show you my favorite part." I figured he was talking about the pole. you know?! the pole you slide down and magically you're batman?! fuck yeah! thats what i thought anyway.
we started heading up 3 flights of stairs..and at this point i was thinking to myself "omg it is the poll! i hope i dont fall and break my neck!" but instead; we get to the end of the stairway and there's a ladder; leading up to this latch door on the ceiling. I figured it was an attic or something. he went up first and he told me to close my eyes. I did and made it up the ladder. he grabbed my hand and said
"dont open your eyes yet!"
"its cold up here" i replied
"okay; open them!" he said with his arm around my shoulder
and all i saw...was stars and tiny tiny people walking by on the streets below. At that exact moment...i turned my head to look at him..and i fell for him. Looking at the stars..picking out constellations...he pointed out all the sights of Ithaca. I felt like i was on top of the world..but not because i was on a roof.
after staying up there for a half hour or so, we went back to his room (using the pole i might add!!! and no i didnt break my neck!!! whoot!)
he played all sorts of music for me...mostly french though. and we danced To this song called "Sympatique" by Pink Martini...it was so romantic. It was breath taking. afterwards we sat on his floor talking about all sortsa stuff. and he was showing me this drink making guide he made for a class. he told me i could have a copy. as we sat there; looking it over...i could feel him leaning closer..and closer to me. and the second i looked up at him he gently leaned in and kissed me. wow. I felt as if the gravity of Jupiter had overcome my body. it was getting late; and he invited me to stay with him. I laid there next to him...just staring into his beautiful eyes. he held me close and kissed my nose. I smiled and he turned his head...I asked him
"whats wrong?"
"you...ugh...took my breath away." he replied softly
soon after I woke up next to him..I had to leave at 6am..so i could get back to syracuse in time to take my mother to work. and you know what he did? he got up; got dressed and walked me out to my car, in the freezing cold; when he didn't really have to be up till 11! we arrived at my car...i said my goodbyes..and as i turned away to leave..he grabbed my hand; pulled me in; and kissed me. so softly..so perfectly. I could barely walk to my car..i felt so damn weak. I got in my car...he never stopped looking back...and neither did i. the second he turned around...was the second I realized "I dont like looking at him walking away." I got out of my car..and ran after him yelling his name:
"Vincent!!! Vincent! I forgot to tell you something"
He turned around and smiled as I wrapped my arms around him not letting go for a matter of minutes. I felt better after that..and I left for home. Ever since that night; nothing has been the same. I cant stop thinking about him. he is the most wonderful guy I've ever met. So nice; so genuine. so sweet. That day he called and told me "oh by the way you HAVE to come back. you forgot something. you're drink guide i made you...so you just have to come back now." we've talked constantly ever since. And hopefully I'll be going back Friday night after work. I just miss him every damn second I'm not with him or talking to him...man...he just takes my breath away.
Magical.
Surreal.
3 of the many words I could use to explain Monday night. But even 1,000 words can't explain the beauty of that night. It all started at 5:30pm. I arrived at Ithaca, and made my way to Vincent's place. I had every intention of just being his friend. Just hanging out. I didn't want to like him as much as I did. He lives in a fire house. Which I didn't think much of, until he told me he actually IS a fire fighter. So that he can live there and go to school. He showed me his outfit and everything. It was so cool. But I'm getting ahead of myself.
First we went out to this quaint little coffee shop. I educated him about the coffee we drank, and we just talked casually. There were no uncomfortable instances, just two friends talking over coffee. Afterwards; he took me on a little tour of Cornell, some of the most beautiful buildings I had ever seen. Most everything was closed though; this immense clock tower, a very stylish museum. It seemed everything closed early on a monday night. Night was falling fairly quick, and we headed over to this lil sports bar to play pool...just like the first night we met. we ate chili fries and played several games of pool. Still I felt so comfortable with him. Nothing wierd, no strange butterfly type feelings. It was all good. Then we went back to the fire station...walking through this beautiful well lit commons area of the city. Where there were so many shops and such beautiful scenery.
We get back to the fire station, and he gave me the grand tour. I was so fascinated with all the pictures on the walls. They were all dated...some going as far back as 1912! We had great conversations about the history of the city. and then he said "i want to show you my favorite part." I figured he was talking about the pole. you know?! the pole you slide down and magically you're batman?! fuck yeah! thats what i thought anyway.
we started heading up 3 flights of stairs..and at this point i was thinking to myself "omg it is the poll! i hope i dont fall and break my neck!" but instead; we get to the end of the stairway and there's a ladder; leading up to this latch door on the ceiling. I figured it was an attic or something. he went up first and he told me to close my eyes. I did and made it up the ladder. he grabbed my hand and said
"dont open your eyes yet!"
"its cold up here" i replied
"okay; open them!" he said with his arm around my shoulder
and all i saw...was stars and tiny tiny people walking by on the streets below. At that exact moment...i turned my head to look at him..and i fell for him. Looking at the stars..picking out constellations...he pointed out all the sights of Ithaca. I felt like i was on top of the world..but not because i was on a roof.
after staying up there for a half hour or so, we went back to his room (using the pole i might add!!! and no i didnt break my neck!!! whoot!)
he played all sorts of music for me...mostly french though. and we danced To this song called "Sympatique" by Pink Martini...it was so romantic. It was breath taking. afterwards we sat on his floor talking about all sortsa stuff. and he was showing me this drink making guide he made for a class. he told me i could have a copy. as we sat there; looking it over...i could feel him leaning closer..and closer to me. and the second i looked up at him he gently leaned in and kissed me. wow. I felt as if the gravity of Jupiter had overcome my body. it was getting late; and he invited me to stay with him. I laid there next to him...just staring into his beautiful eyes. he held me close and kissed my nose. I smiled and he turned his head...I asked him
"whats wrong?"
"you...ugh...took my breath away." he replied softly
soon after I woke up next to him..I had to leave at 6am..so i could get back to syracuse in time to take my mother to work. and you know what he did? he got up; got dressed and walked me out to my car, in the freezing cold; when he didn't really have to be up till 11! we arrived at my car...i said my goodbyes..and as i turned away to leave..he grabbed my hand; pulled me in; and kissed me. so softly..so perfectly. I could barely walk to my car..i felt so damn weak. I got in my car...he never stopped looking back...and neither did i. the second he turned around...was the second I realized "I dont like looking at him walking away." I got out of my car..and ran after him yelling his name:
"Vincent!!! Vincent! I forgot to tell you something"
He turned around and smiled as I wrapped my arms around him not letting go for a matter of minutes. I felt better after that..and I left for home. Ever since that night; nothing has been the same. I cant stop thinking about him. he is the most wonderful guy I've ever met. So nice; so genuine. so sweet. That day he called and told me "oh by the way you HAVE to come back. you forgot something. you're drink guide i made you...so you just have to come back now." we've talked constantly ever since. And hopefully I'll be going back Friday night after work. I just miss him every damn second I'm not with him or talking to him...man...he just takes my breath away.