Monday, August 18, 2003

And on the eighth day, we had a good old-fashioned date.

So T. picked me up from work tonight on his motorcycle (WOOF!) and we headed for an impromptu dinner at a boobie hutch. The food was pretty good, and T. even convinced our waitress to come to his salon so he could rescue her hair. And how often does a gay man pick up a waitress at Hooters? T. has magical powers.

Then we cruised through town for a bit on his hog (I'll take advantage of any excuse to wrap my arms around him in public) and we ended up at my place watching a very cool movie in our underwear.

I give the evening an A+.

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