I arrived late. Patrick wasn’t at the Market station. but I got wireless signal on my MacBook – checked my email – and he had luckily sent me an email with directions to his hotel! A hero! The Westin Hotel wasn’t more than a 10 minute walk...and he was at the Hotel bar! Very handsome guy with intense eyes and a funny smirk. As I was worn out from trainhopping he bought me a fantastic dinner and we had 2 bottles or warming red wine. I’m afraid I was still a nit slow from NYC so nodded a bit while we were finishing our last glass.
Patrick – a gentleman – had a room with 2 beds and set me up on my own. So charming! This morning he had to wake early for a meeting – but first he had breakfast brought to the room...I had a "western omlet". Try one! After we ate and drank coffee he ordered up a softcore gay flick (some muscle guy Falcon film) on the hotel cable...and we wanked it from our respective beds. It was actually quite sexy! He threw me a towel and i wiped off my hands and stomach. Felt dirty and liberating to share that moment. We traded information – and Patrick will always be welcome to drop in on my flat if he travels to the UK.
I'm in a Starbucks now writing friends at home.
