Valentine's day

Because of some conflicting commitments tomorrow, on the REAL Valentine's day, Amigo and I celebrated last night by going out to dinner.  We had a great time.  We went to one of those Brazilian Steak houses.  I guess that's what they are called.  They don't really serve steaks though.  It's really a Brazilian MEAT house.  It's all you can eat, carnivore style.  You have a little token on your table, and when it's right-side-up with the green end showing, The "Gouchos come to your table with these swords, stacked with grilled meat, and carve off slices right on to your plate!  They keep coming every few minutes until you are too stuffed to eat any more, and you turn your token over, to red-side-up, and they stop the assault.

After we got home, I gave him a card and and gift.  The card was a funny one.  Well, I thought it was funny.  The gift was 4 pair of sexy underwear.  He likes those, and I don't mind that he wears them, but they're not for me.  I'm a plain old boxer's man.

Of course the night ended with a different sort of meat-fest, and a sleep over.

I am growing more fond of Amigo as the weeks pass.  It's crazy how much I've changed in the 5 months we have been "dating."

I still have no idea what the future holds.  He doesn't bring up his financial dilemmas anymore.  I'm not sure if he's figured out a solution, or is just hiding his head in the sand until the shit hits the fan.

For now anyway, things are nice. Mellow.  Comfortable.

Looking back, this is the longest "relationship" I've had since I was a senior in high school, with my first girlfriend.  I really lack practice at being a boyfriend.  I know I could certainly be more verbal with my affection, but I am cautious about the "L" word around the Amigo.  I'm afraid of commitment.

We even chatted a bit about that last night, and he mentioned that even though I don't "say" it, my actions demonstrate my affection.

And, for now, I feel pretty good about that.