Will He Come?

New York has an interesting way of placing you in a location where you see a person you haven't seen in a long time. Like today for example, it put me face to face with G. who I haven't seen since last time I catered at the New York Public Library in January. Actually I had seen G., last Friday night at Barrage, but it didn't dawn on me that it was him until I was turning the key to my mailbox later that night. I may forget your name, but I'll never forget your face.

I thought that G. was cute when I had catered with him, so I did what any normal person my age would do and I found him on Facebook. I sent him a message to see if he wanted to hang out or grab coffee (something very casual) when he never replied, I figured his answer was no. Now four months later I find myself sitting across from him at Starbucks. He recognized me and stopped to say hi. I invited him to my play reading on Monday. He congratulated me for having the reading and then he was gone making his way through the rain. I hope he comes.