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Mood: Neutral-good
Music: Boombastic by Shaggy

It’s Friday about 3:30pm, James called me last night about 9pm. He said he was exhausted and wouldn’t be able to make our date at the four seasons that night and that he’d call me in a couple of days and we’ll see about getting together then. Now, to James, a couple of days are exactly that, two days, so I’m expecting a call from him Saturday evening or night. This just happens to be his usual night for going to the four seasons anyway, so chances are we’ll probably meet up there.

I got an odd sensation he was on a fishing expedition last night, when he said “If I crossed the causeway, I don’t think I’d be able to make it back home tonight.” The ‘subtext’ I got off of that one was, “If I come over there tonight, can I crash at your place?” now if it weren’t for my roommates, and requiring an act of congress to even have someone knock on the door, much less enter the house, I would have replied, “You’re always welcome to crash at my place…” which would have translated to, “My bed will -always- be open to you.”… but that didn’t happen. I had to shoot him down by saying, “I’d rather have you safe, out of trouble, and not in the hospital than trying to drive back home.” And once you run that through the homo-decoder ring, you get, “I care about you, and I’d love to have you over, but my room mates would -kill- me if I did.”

*SIGH* I’m so frustrated, I get the distinct impression James wants to move this to a physical level, he’s dropped hints, ones I’m only seeing in hindsight. He’s very subtle and I’ve never been one for picking up on subtlety, call me dense, but that’s the way I am. And to complicate matters, there’s no where I can go with him except back to his place, and with his profession he has to be extremely careful about who he’s with. I’m not saying I’m a bad person, hell I’m a lot more clean cut than a lot of the guys in this city, it’s just that James doesn’t know that for a fact, so I can understand his caution.

I guess another source of my frustration with the whole situation is the limited contact I have with James. I don’t know when would be a good time to call him, I’m –afraid- to call and interrupt him at work. I have his home number now but don’t know when he’s there either. I just don’t know his routines well enough to judge when would be appropriate to call.

Anyway, it’s almost 4pm now, I need to get this posted and off get my butt on the road, as I need to stop at the store before getting to work. I have a distinct feeling it’s going to be a -long- night at work tonight.