It would have landed me back in Charlotte and I have to admit that I was uneasy about it all. I was excited of the idea of being able to frequent Dean and Deluca every morning for latte's and Glorious Morning muffins. I was looking forward to being able to pick up take out at McAllisters Deli with a Chicken club sandwich and a big sweet tea.
Then I thought of all the things that I had not done yet here. I thought of weekends spent in P-town this summer, parading around in skimpy shorts with my shirt off, hopefully showing off the body I am working for now. I was sad to think of missing out on Ferry boat rides with that incredible view of Boston Harbor. I thought of the sunny Sunday afternoons I could spend at Fritz drinking beer all day long with my old bear buddies while I tried to pay attention to the Sox game on TV. I imagined what it would be like to have one more incredible Boston summer. I thought of Duck tours that I would go on to showcase the wonderful history that makes up my city to my visiting friends (HINT HINT). I thought about all of the great and wonderful things that everyone tried to get me to do last year but I said that I wanted to wait. I had waited on DOING everything because I thought that if I did it all right away I would tire easily. I was happy to wait because I had no plans to go anywhere anytime soon.
In the back of my mind I was not confident about the move. If you couldn't tell, or have not heard yet, I did not get the position. The reason that I was given was simply because of the cost to move me back to Charlotte, which I guess, is better than if it was that I was not ready for the role itself. But I am. So I wait. I wait until another opportunity presents itself and then I will seize it.
This past weekend when I went out I had no clue if I would get it or not. I have to say that I did have a feeling that it would be a sure thing and so my mindset was elsewhere. I went out as if it was my last weekend here. I had a blast. I didn't care what anyone thought about me. I hit on the guys that I found attractive. I laughed at most everyone else in the club. It was the first time I realized that the gay scene in Boston is made up entirely of douchebags and guidos. They all look like gay versions of the straight guys me and my friends usually laugh at.
I met this black dude, Ben. He was a big guy. 270. HUGE. Got his number and was somewhat disappointed when he said that he would call me the next time he came into town because I didn't think that I would be here.
This past friday my friend Angela and I went to our favorite lunch spot called Flatbread. As soon as we walked in I spotted something I have never seen in the entirety that we have been dining at that establishment. His name, was Tom. After being seated I prayed, aloud, over and over, "please be our waiter, please be our waiter" and he was. See. God does answer prayer ;-)
We flirted with him through our meal and at the end I handed him my business card and said call or email me ANYTIME. Angela suggested we make a standing appointment for lunch on Fridays at Flatbread since Tom said that he only works on Friday and Saturday. I thought that it was a great idea, but still, in the back of my mind was somewhat saddened at the idea of not being able to uphold our newly found ritual.
I guess it is all a part of the process. That feeling I had about Angela's lunch ritual idea came in the midst of me feeling like I have not connected with many, if any, of the people around me here, but I am just being a big baby. I get really upset when I think about how much I miss the friends I had in Charlotte, but I am glad that my quick fix was not a move back home. I have made connections in Boston and I am looking forward to keeping it up.
Things change. The times are changing too. The contract we all signed when we came out here is up. People will leave. They will move on. The ones that stay, will be stronger for it.
I will look forward to seeing what occupational hazards unfold in the next few weeks.
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