Raymond's birthday is today. This morning, This Man showed up at his apartment, with a cake and balloons.
And he wasn't there.
Somehow, rather than get pissed off, I figured that he was teaching me a lesson about being where I say I'm going to be and the power of a phone call. I thought about leaving momentarily, but then I dreaded having to walk through North Park, carrying the balloons and the cake so I decided to linger around and wait for him.
I can't believe he's not here! The last thing I said to him when we spoke yesterday was that I would be at his place first thing this morning and now he's not here! ARGH!
For a split second, I thought that maybe he'd walked around the block to get a cup of coffee, but then quickly erased the thought. I knew he was doing this on purpose.
An hour later, he showed up. He'd went around the block--to get a cup of coffee. He seemed happy with the balloons and he struggled through a piece of the chocolate cake and we--well, he agreed to go see the San Diego Symphony tonight.
I plan to do my best to ensure that he has a wonderful birthday. Hell, I'm more than flattered that he wants to spend it with me.
See how lucky I am.

Mahalo