5:53 Tuesday Afternoon I was at a loss, regarding words to say. My hand was fidgety since I let go of his hand, so I held my elbow instead. My fingers beat irregular cadences on my arm. My tongue was tying itself in knots in my mouth while my stomach did flips in my midsection. Very wittily, I replied, "What?" He took a deep breath. "Do you have a boyfriend?" He asked. "Oh. Um. Not officially." I almost told him about falling in love but bit my tongue. I just left it at that and instead of elaborating, I said, "Oh, hey, let's check out a museum or some art, or just go walking the streets, okay?" We were in the lobby at this point. I took us to some touristy places in the rental car. Around 6 p.m. I suggested we get some Thai food to take back to the hotel for us and Internet. He looked very deep in thought. I was confused so I took his hand and asked him if everything was okay or if he just couldn't decide what on the menu he should get. We were standing outside a cute little Thai restaurant and there were people bustling all around, The streets were winding down from the rush hour traffic and he turned to face me. He put the hand I wasn't holding on my cheek and gently kissed me. Those damn jelly legs came back. I said, "Mmurrr.." because I am so witty. When I regained semi-coherentness, I asked, "What was that for?" "I don't know," he admitted. He was rubbing my thumb with his and I smiled. "Your beauty enraptures me even all these years later." I called the hotel from my cell phone and asked Internet what he was up to. He seemed sort of lonely and grouchy. I asked him if he wanted to meet us at the thai place, or if he wanted me to bring him back food, or if he wanted something else entirely. He said he'd come over to the Thai place. I wasn't sure whether I was glad to see him again, or worried what might happen putting these two to dinner at the same table.