lazy days and nights

muggy sunday morning in new york city: in order to spend a couple days with bob, i decided not to study this weekend.
sunday: this morning we ran to times square very early, stopped at the carnegie deli for bagels, lox and cream cheese, went to the gym and now we are in bed. he is asleep right now. i can hear him breathe as i type this. i could write things about how i like to watch guys sleep and how cute they look when they do so...but i won't.
about the run: 6 am, we ran down broadway to 44th street then crossed 44th to park avenue and then back to 121st street...even the street people were asleep. it was like the first scene of the movie, "28 days later." we didn't even see any police. it was like heaven or what i hope heaven will be like: a cosmopolitan city with everything you could ever hope for contained within 100 blocks: movies, theater, restaurants of all kinds, book shops, hot dog stands, gyro stands, shopping of every nature (not that i am a "shopper" per se...i'm one of those that knows what i want, finds it or not...and leaves the store). the run was uneventful except that bob was not used to running with me nor i with him. on the surface, you might think: so, what's up with that, huh? you put on your gear: trackies (stole this term for running shoes from a brit), black low rise sox, black cotton shorts, wife beater and tee shirt (which usually gets pulled off within one block of home but you need it if you want service anywhere in this town). you go out the door and you run, hopefully both in the same direction. one problem though: i am so used to running by myself that i do not speak while running as it interrupts my breathing. bob goes with his psychology cronies and i guess they speak continually : chatting about all sorts of things psychological or sporty.
so bob would ask me a question and i would give him a curt answer. after a couple of these he thinks that i am mad at him. then i have to tell him the solo runner philosophy and immediately I feel bad. so i make him stop and assure him that it has nothing to do with him. ok, i know: YAWN time.
all of the above is to let you know the following:
1. bob and i are doing very very well
2. we are going to watch the entire season of "mad men" with the dreamboat jon hamm on on demand today...13 episodes worth.
3. i will cook all day as i shopped yesterday at the freeway market and have a bunch of food and wine to last us all day and night.
4. i now know that bob can fall asleep at the drop of a hat even if he has just woken up. so this means that i will never get on a plane with him if i want company...because he will not be able to provide same as he will be asleep.
saturday night: we went to little italy with school friends (one cougar (an older sister of one of my friends)woman took a decidedly sensual interest in bob, actually touching his face...and of course she became someone that i had to re-adjust...if you know what i mean). the meal was great, the wine was better and then we were off to a soho GAY bar: a first for bob. it was sort of funny in that bob hung on to me like a little kid. think about it: this mature, together,buff dude afraid of a bunch of screaming (ok, only a few were actually screaming) queens. it was sweet. i assured him that i would protect him and that he had nothing to fear but fear itself.....(think about it my quoting douglas mac arthur in a soho gay bar??)
ok: so now i must get up and cook something for lunch (bob w/o fail eats what moms used to call: 3 squares)and do the prep for dinner so we can began to watch my secret boyfriend, jon hamm.
cheerio.....peace,
tyler

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