Chapter 19 of SOOTB is posted, in case any of y'all are interested in reading it or anything ...

So, anyway, I was chatting with Kitty the other night, and we got on the topic of one of my ex-boyfriends here in Taiwan. Of the several guys I've had serious relationships with here, this is the only one where we broke up not because of any problem between us, but because his family was totally insane and totally freaked out that he was gay, not to mention dating a foreigner! *gasp* But that's a long story ...

Of course, Kitty got me to thinking about him, and I didn't really want to leave here without saying good-bye to him or letting him know where I was going and sort of what I was planning on doing, even though I knew that seeing him again would be hard ... because I still like him ... no, I still LOVE him. Anywho, yesterday morning I sent him a text message and asked if he wanted to get together ... and no reply. Then yesterday afternoon, my cell phone rang, and it was him ... and he was waiting for me up the road at the closest subway station. For some reason, he decided not to call earlier and tell me he was coming ... he just showed up.

It'd been a while since I'd seen him. He'd let his hair grow out quite a bit, and had a bit of the "scruffy facial hair" look going on (which I dont like, btw), but on him ... he was still as gorgeous as ever. To make a long story short, we talked for a while, about the past and what we planned on doing in the future, and hugged/cuddled a bit. That was probably the hardest part ... the cuddling. We may not have seen each other in a long time, but my body certainly hadn't forgotten his. We'd met up one other time since we were dating and cuddled then, too. Again, like the last time, we kept our clothes on ... although this time I really didn't want to, but that's life, I suppose ... and if anything more had happened, it probably would have made it even more difficult. *sigh*

So now, I'm really in the mood to listen to Fleetwood Mac's Tango In the Night album, but I didn't bring that one to Taiwan with me. I could listen to Meat Loaf, too, I suppose ... or maybe I'll just sit here and smoke a couple packs of cigarettes, wallow in my own self-pity, and write some really depressing stuff.