It was a bust. Not the type of bust that gay men are oddly attracted to, but rather, my efforts to proclaim my affection for Philip.Unfortunately for me, that was not the only thing that was a bust.
First: Dinner. Philip was going to be a couple minutes late to dinner on his last night in town, so I made the regrettable decision to wait for him in one of the million Starbucks in New York. When we finally sat down for dinner at one of my favorite places to go in Hell’s Kitchen, which aptly was where we ate on our first date, I was having what can only be referred to as a caffeine fit. Anyone who knows me, knows that I am easily excitable (keep your minds out of the gutter!) and prone to wild gesticulations. When Starbuck’s disastrously strong coffee was added to the mix along side being anxious about telling my feelings to Philip, I was in rare form. Continue reading….