We had a fucking great weekend in the country. Once we got there, he rented a car to take us from one place to the other. I think we hit like 20 wineries. He got a little drunk and we held hands and kissed the whole time, making a lot of the tourists very uncomfortable. Neither one of us cared. A lot of the ladies came up to us and told us what a cute couple we made but most of the guys steered clear.
He took me to this great restaurant where we got to eat at the chef's table in the kitchen. I didn't even know you could do such a thing. The chef was gay and was into us. By the time we got back to the B&B we were both totally spent and went to bed.
Sunday we got up and drove out to Point Reyes coast. It was too cold to fuck on the beach but we did have a good time talking about us and looking at the most spectacular views.
I really love him. How the fuck did that happen?!
My first boyfriend and I attended a dinner theatre in Orange County (eek) when we first were together. We were holding hands throughout our time there; at one point, a middle-aged guy and his wife noticed us. Then they got up and left. My b/f said, "Do you think we offended them?" I replied, "I don't know. But I hope we did." :) You go, Jared.
Posted by: Rob | Tuesday, January 24, 2006 at 10:24 AM