So, I am back. Everything happened a little bit fast. Even though I have been scheming about my Hottest Outfit To Wear During the Winter for OVER A YEAR, the GF I'm staying with vetoed my off the shoulder top because she thought it looked like I was trying too hard to be sexy. \:\( So I wore my Most Fabulous Amazing Skirt Ever over tights and little black boots, my off the shoulder top, a matching scarf that could cover the bare skin if necessary, and a little black jacket over that. Plus the amazing embroidered coat I posted a while back. Somehow between sleeping late and having a morning long fashion show with my GF, I managed to run out of time getting ready and skipped the makeup and still was 10-15 minutes late.

I felt really anxious and overwhelmed getting ready, just nervous and having trouble calming myself down. I had had hopes of doing yoga all day long or going for a run, but this did not happen. So I did some extremely quiet yoga chanting on the subway on the way over, and tried to calm myself once I started walking to the restaurant. I was nearing the restaurant and stopped to close my eyes and say a little prayer when B recognized me.

Good News #1: his hug was better than any other post-bomb. there was actually some torso-to-torso contact and it was a bit longer. (maybe this is easier when we're wearing winter clothes).

Good News #2: Scary Amish Beard is... gone! He looks basically like he did pre-bomb--neatly trimmed beard, hair more or less the same length. I'm not sure why, and I didn't ask--he has a photo shoot with his string quartet tomorrow, so maybe that's why??? dunno???? It made it a little harder though, because I just wanted to touch him and hold him and lick him....

We went into the restaurant and he said, "wow, this is NOT the place I thought it was...maybe I was thinking about another place one street over" so I offered to go check out the other place with him. He wanted to look at the menu first, and I told him I saw stuff I'd enjoy eating, but if he wanted we could check out the other place.

While we were walking, he asked where I had just come from. I told him I had come from Hartford, where I was "visiting friends", and then I elaborated, and told him how my friend is pregnant and expecting a baby in May, and her husband (also my friend) is really excited about taking the next year off from his law practice to be a stay at home Dad, but then is also considering doing a one-year Master's in International Law while his wife does her PhD research in Paris. He told me how his family had unanimously decided to donate to charity this year instead of giving each other Christmas presents, but he was having trouble deciding which charities to donate to on behalf of his brothers.