That is the question. And at least as far as DSG is concerned, here's my answer: not to blog. I'm sorry to leave you guys hanging but I don't think it's healthy to chronicle the progress or lack thereof of any budding romance.And that's not even what it is. I may have sealed our fate with my inability to "live in the moment", "Go with the flow" or as he put it, "deal with the pain of ambiguity." But at this time, I'm determined not to derail a decent friendship in the process. I almost did that with HPG. Sustained contact and persistence on both our parts finally paved the way to an honest friendship with HPG but it was an uphill journey. What I'm hoping to accomplish at this juncture is not to make myself crazy by trying to shove a square peg into a round hole. It's not a tactic I'm familiar with but commendable nonetheless. Don't you think? Don't worry, there's plenty of other fodder for the blog.
For instance, I'd like to share what I witnessed on the subway this morning. This really hot guy got on with another man and two children. The little girl who appeared to be about 4 years old bared a striking resemblance to the show stealer in "Little Miss Sunshine." The other little boy was just as adorable. And I noticed that she called the hottie "Papa" and the other attractive metrosexual "Daddy." Interesting. During the express trip to Times Square, the little ones twirled around the subway poles. Then a few people said "awww" as the munchkins put their arms around each other. Then the little girl kissed her brother on the cheek, then the mouth, and then... this vision of a 21st century nuclear family redefined suddenly took a sharp turn into what I can only describe as a family reunion in Kentucky. Keep in mind, this is all unfolding right in front of me as I hear the hot Papa kneel down and say to his daughter, "No tongue, we don't kiss with our tongue." But they didn't let up. The two toddlers were french kissing. It went from darling to disturbing in a matter of minutes. Hmmm, that sounds familiar.
