Those lifetimes a person knew where they were headed, had no illusions, saw the prize and went for it. There was no wavering, no confusion, no identit... crisis then. It was–take the plunge and come up for air on the other side. It was cut and dried. It was a cinch. Not here. Not now. Now, there’s nothing sure, nothing to count on. The sun comes up every day and goes down at night, if you’re lucky enough to be able to see it beyond the smog and the hazy, mutated weather patterns. It’s all so. Next is my story of what I think would have happened. Laying and waiting on the hotel bed wearing just my shorts suddenly there is a light knock on the door. Getting up i look through the spyhole seeing it is her looking all dressed up in her lbd, black stockings and heels. Wow she looks good. I shout hello through the door asking who it isIt's me she says What do you want? I've come as agreed let me inYeah but what do you want? I want to see you you know what I want Tell me!Let me in and I. It’s rare to find someone I can connect with so quickly.” Thinking Joe had potential more than just another sexual encounter Craig hesitated to accept his offer. “You talked me into it. I got beer in the fridge and some shows to catch up on. Would be nice to have company,” said Craig putting his hand on Joe’s shoulder. The walk back, though only a few blocks, seemed like miles. Joe made several attempts at conversation but Craig was mostly silent, wanting to get out of the cold an into his. Thanks,’ Chris replied again feeling a little more annoyed. The waiter tried again. He was sounding more polite than he ever was that night. ‘But I insist, sir, at least give it a try. Consider it a present from the chef.’ The price of the cheese was much less than the bad PR this man would cause if he got too drunk. He was even thinking of calling the boss and having Chris kicked out politely if he refused to eat. ‘Fine. Bring it along with the bottle.’ Chris gave in and fell back into his.