Five minutes later, we'd exhausted the subject of me staying and it went back to silence. He looked around on the street, mumbled about the passersby, and it seemed pointless to stay there any longer. I once again said "I think I'll be heading out." and before I could say bye, he shot out of his chair. I thought he was going to throw his trash away then shake my hand or something, but when I turned around half a second later, he was briskly walking away. Needless to say, I was pretty much dumbfounded by the whole meeting.
March 30, 1996
I didn't have time to fret much over the AOL guy for Larry and I were supposed to meet Frank for a 7PM dinner at La Bohemé, near the edge of West Hollywood. I was way more psyched about dinner with him than with meeting a random guy on AOL. I mean, I knew Frank was both koool and cute from our previous meeting. The probablity that I would have a nice time was much higher.
So, anyway, Larry and I arrived at the restaurant and walked inside to find Frank sitting at a table in the bar area. He was wearing dress slacks, a white button-down shirt, and a tank top t-shirt underneath. He looked even cuter than that night outside of Larry's house.
Soon, we were seated. Larry and I sat across from each other and Frank sat on the side. During the meal, I flirted like never before. I was so blatant. I didn't want there to be even a .01% chance that Frank would miss how attractive I thought he was. -- For example, I even said something like, "I just realized that I was leaning so far over to be near Frank that I almost fell out of my chair." -- I was shameless, but Frank didn't seem to mind. I told him how his arms were cute with their fur and Larry told him how I was behaving like a different person. Larry even commented on how he was surprised I wasn't vibrating.
That night out front of Larry's house, I only got to speak with Frank for a few minutes. During the hour or so long meal, I got to know him better. He still seemed like a koool guy. His personality was friendly, inviting, and a tad on the wild side, exactly what I need... and I still had the urge to rip his clothes off.
Once the meal was over, Frank suggested we go see a drag show nearby, but when we got outside, he decided it was too late. (He needed to sleep for work in the morning.) Frank gave Larry a hug, Larry said Frank should hug me, and he did. --But I didn't get all excited about it because it was forced. I mean, Frank may have wanted to hug me of his own will, but Larry's saying "Give Justin a hug" pretty much limited his options.--
Anyway, just before we got in the cars, Larry suggested Frank come along with the two of us to the ranch for the weekend. I agreed and Frank said he might, that he'd talk to us beforehand.
As Larry and I drove home, we talked about how I was really attracted to Frank, and Larry once again told me how Frank was the guy he'd mentioned in his first e-mails. --Apparently when Larry first e-mailed me in August last year, he mentioned a 25 year old Californian that he thought was perfect for me. I don't remember, but Larry says that guy was Frank. -- We arrived home shortly thereafter and went to bed.
Earlier this week, Don and Vish invited us to a fashion show on Friday. -- Vish is a designer. -- Since I absolutely hate clothing stores, I figured I'd be bored out of my mind watching model after model walk down a runway, but I kept quiet and thought I could at least spend a couple of hours there for Vish's sake.
So anyway, after a short day at the office, Larry and I headed towards downtown and arrived with the show in progress. Model after model did walk down the runway, but I wasn't bored at all. I paid attention to the outfits, which ranged from classy to bizarre, to the models, who ranged from butt ugly to not bad, and to the audience, which included a cute, bad-boy looking guy about five feet away.
Before long, the show was over and the four of us went to eat at The Water Grille. I had a great time. -- Wednesday afternoon, Don and Larry really cut into me hard, telling me that I was lazy, a hick, and so forth. I'd started to perceive that Don really felt like I was beneath him. I mean, I knew Don has a killer wit and both Larry and he have that type of personality, where they play harass the people they care about, but still... Don's repeatedly shooting me down had started to take its toll. Thursday was better, but with dinner on Friday, it was like he actually treated me as a close friend.
Before long, we were eating dessert and talking about USC. Don gave me his advice about which major to persue and I asked him if he'd be willing to write me a recommendation (since he, too, is an alum). He whole-heartedly said that he would, and we started walking to the parking garage.
As Larry & I were driving off, Larry said that I looked upset. I told him that it was just the contrary, that I was thinking about dinner and was really happy. I said, "My mush level is high right now."... Even without the sun and the money and all the obvious things California has to offer, I'd still want to move here.
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