Friday, January 11, 2002

Fateful Night...

Went to Chameleon by myself, meaning to meet Bryce there when he finished work. While I waited I got talking to a 30-something year old cook, Brent, we got along well.

Bryce arrived, I told him to bugger off because I wanted to be alone. A Japanese boy bought me a wine because I looked sad sitting by myself.

Brent introduced me to his friend Steve (Another one!! This one is young and tall and very slim), and we made a date to meet the next morning at Strawberry Fare wher Steve works.


"Life is a box of thistles, and I've been dealt all the really prickly ones."

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