Friday

He leaves for work, I spend the next seven hours pursuing networking leads and looking forward to the date at Cala. My best friend and I had been to the sister restaurant in Mexico City for Thanksgiving and it was amazing. He got home and changed, didn’t shave though, and he was looking very unwell. He looked like the guy in the photos I’d seen in Facebook when I didn’t know who he was. He was visibly fattening, his facial hair didn’t look good, it aged him by decades. His face was swollen and he had large bags under his eyes. I still loved him though. I’d seen him at his best when I met him. He’d get back there.

Dinner was amazing. We walked hand in hand, not saying much, but we didn’t need to. Everything felt right. Or I wanted to think that it did. He was too full to have sex when we got home. We watched Y tu Mama Tambien, which I’d never seen. I thought he’d be turned on by the sex scenes, but he wasn’t.