We planned on meeting at Hinano Café in Veince for a burger and beer but when we got there the bar was so full that it would’ve taken at least 30 minutes to get a seat. We ended up crossing the street and going to a Cuban restaurant called Mercedes. I thought it was cute when he said, “If you need me to translate anything on the menu, let me know.” I smiled and said, “Thank you.”
After dinner we went for a walk through the canals. Like many native Los Angelenos, he had never heard of them. We stopped on one of the bridges so he could take a picture of the palm tree’s silhouette against the moon. It was there that we kissed.
Everything was nice, which is something I’m not exactly used to. When he sent me this text the next day it took a minute to comprehend. Normally gay men want to skip a few steps and head straight for the bed. My immediate reaction was to doubt his sexuality. I mean, come on, what gay man wants a hug? Well, we all do secretly but will never admit it. I ended up replying, “Sounds good to me! Night.”
