smiling happy Fabricio
> Yes - the mystery of Suzanne. But do you hide a great number of
> things from her?
Oh yes. For example, knowing the state of her nerves, she wouldn't be too thrilled to know that when I went out to see a movie by myself because the communication wires with my friends got crossed and I couldn't figure out where the hell they went to, and I decided to go and do something else and I ended up at this one place that serves beer and food as you watch the movie (alamo Draft house, to be exact)and that some older dude sitting a row ahead of me had picked up my tab even though he had asked me to "join him" in the seat next to him before the movie started and I told him "no" and how I had skipped out before the very end of the movie to avoid him (because, frankly, I didn't know what the hell to do. I would have preferred a method of giving the guy his money back, but I really didn't want to risk being sucked into a conversation with him, and so I didn't know what to do but blow the last few moments of the movie), and how I was walking back to my car that I realized I went one block too far over and I turned back around and some unrelated guy who had been walking behind me in my general direction asked me if I had a cigarette, and I told him "no" ("told" is probably the wrong word because I did make every effort to show that I was not interested in talking to him) and I circled back to find my car and he circled back around and obviously began following me at about 10 feet behind until I kept walking to where there were lots of other people around. He finally left, but I kept an eye out to make sure before I went back for my car.
You know, this has been the 2nd time in my life I've turned around and found some dude following me. These were not on lonely desolate streets. These were in public places. Once, as I was leaving a restaurant/open mic thingie, and now, as I was leaving a movie. It's like, what the hell is wrong with these guys? Barring the stalkers, I really get uncomfortable over some guy wanting to pay my tab. I'm not impressed, and it makes me feel weird. All I know is that I got home last night and never felt so happy to see my kitty waiting outside for me.
> Yes, this makes me feel really happy - knowing things about you.
How do you feel now?