Ten months ago, I went on a what I call a "non-date" with him. Dinner at a nice Italian spot by the beach. A stroll on the beach. Stared up at the heavens and Mars. Walked along the pier and tried to ignore the putrid smell and fish guts. It was really nice.

I was left with a great feeling of being closer to him and so far from him at the same time.

A lot has happened since late August and things are different. I feel differently about him now.

Still, I couldn't help but feel like he was missing when I was at the restaurant on 31 Washington Boulevard. If it was up to me, the staff dinner would have been in East LA at El Mercardito.

Me siento: odd
Escuchando: noisy girls in study hall

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