Re-return
My blues-playing friend had to go to Oslo the day after we met and had the most magical date of all time. When I left his hotel the next morning he said to me, “Should I come back from Oslo a day early so we can hang out?”
How is that even a question? YES!
He came back to Copenhagen Saturday and we met shortly after he landed. He took me to his favorite place in the city, a record store, where he bought me a cd he loved and thought I would enjoy.
We walked to Christiana to smoke some pot, and then to a bar for another beer. I headed off to my concert and he to his hotel. We met again after the show at a jazz club and promptly left to get back to his hotel – clothes were not needed this evening.
The sex was good, as it had been previously, but the thing that made it all the more amazing was how complimentary he was.
“Let me look at you Sally. Do you know how beautiful you are?”
After two years of almost no compliments, it was lovely to hear these words come from someone’s mouth so freely. Like he felt these things so strongly, he had to share them.
I’m glad he came back earlier, and I’m glad I had the chance to meet him. He made my weekend in Copenhagen all the more perfect – a beautiful man, saying lovely things to me and spoiling me.