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Ben got up before me, talking softly to himself while he got dressed, and then disappeared. I was going to sleep for longer, but my weekend alarm went off. 7am. I made the bed, put pants on, updated my journal. Ben came back – I had been supposed to have still been sleeping, he was gonna bring coffee in bed while I was still naked, get naked himself. Sorry, I’m a light sleeper. We chatted instead, largely about body hair and Jeremy, a rather unbalanced massage therapist & escort in Tustin. Jeremy had gone through a bad breakup over escorting, and almost committed suicide. Standing on the side of the road with a gun to his head, getting talked down by the police kind of “almost.” Yes, if he was really going to do it, he would have just done it. But it being a cry for help doesn’t make it any less real, just a little more unwieldy, and it’s only that our society despises weakness that we look at it that way. I feel bad for the guy, and I’ve never met him. I talked to Ben about my dream non-profit, and he agreed it was a good idea.

We went for breakfast – I’m relaxing about cruise ship food. The idea that there’s plain bagels and the like just isn’t enough to get me to stuff my face anymore. I meant to go to the gym when we got back, but couldn’t seem to get up. We slept, and Ben said it was 4:30 when we woke up. Well, damn. We stopped by Explorer’s, but they were having some kind of trivia game, and we never saw the rest of the crew. Since we were up now, I went ahead and hit the gym. Just before I left, I noticed that my phone had apparently updated itself to the correct time. I had a great workout – biceps, shoulders, abs, and even 30 min of cardio. Ben was reading when I got back, so I joined him. I finished the mediocre gay fiction he’d brought, and was starting the book about the first gay man to sail around the world. Naturally, I think of Tim when I read it. I’m going to buy it for him, and I hope he’s doing well, but I’m pleased with my decision not to swoop in and save the day.

Before we left for dinner, I remarked that it was very sunny for only being 8pm. Hawaii, I guess. Except the maître D’ informed us that it was really 6pm, not 8pm, and we were crazy early again. Ben apparently can’t read 24 hour clocks, and I never thought to second guess him. They sat us anyway, though I think we’re going to go to the buffet the next night. My “tofu satay” was 3 slices of plain tofu with salt & pepper. My “Mongolian Tofu” was 3 slices of plain tofu with salt, pepper, and red chili sauce. I was happy to get the protein, but damn.

We went back to watch Rhapsody, and had a bunch of drinks from the cute Serbian waiter Dimitrije (Dimitri – Yeah! as he put it.) We were joined by Shirley and Em, two older black women. My favorite part of the evening, though was towards the end when Ben put his arm around me, and we snuggled on the couch watching the band. I imagine it must’ve made some folks uncomfortable, but I’m not taking responsibility for their prejudice. I made sure to only drink when Ben was drinking, and frequently, mine were much less. One of the drinks he got was 3 liquors in one, and they charged him for each liquor. Still, he commented on the way back to the room that he’d have to find some way to afford those nights each night. He was a little too tipsy to fuck (or maybe to get ready to be fucked), so he just blew and rimmed me instead. Suits me fine. I almost came, we passed out together.