I think he’s back in the game. Christ, this boy is driving me out of my mind. Last week, I invited him to come to a comedy show with me. He told me he had work to do and couldn’t make it, but later in the evening asked me to come meet him at a bar where he was sitting alone drinking whiskey and writing on a yellow legal pad. He’s such a sexy old-school writer, it destroys me. So I go meet him.
We sit together for a bit, cracking jokes at each other. He offers to buy me a drink. We sit down again, talking, laughing, and making fun of each other. He suggested we play Buck Hunter. We had so much fun! I am terrible at Buck Hunter. When it was his turn he would hand me dollar bills to put in the juke box and we took turns picking songs in between rounds of Buck Hunter. I was pretty drunk by this point, but I remember laughing alot and feeling very comfortable around him. I also remember him taking a photo of me with his camera.
At the end of the evening he left me with a hug and we parted ways. I wasn’t exactly sure what had happened, but I walked away thinking that if we never become anything more than friends, I would be okay with that. I really enjoy having him as a friend.
The following afternoon, we shot a video with a baseball player and co-produced it. When they needed some B-roll at the end of the shoot, they asked us to play a “young couple looking at new apartments with a realtor.” Before we walked through the door and onto camera, he grabbed my hand. At the end of the shoot, he asked me if I liked the hand holding, because he thought it was a nice touch.
Friends, right?
