So a couple of days ago I hung out with that-boy-from-high-school

You know him?
The one your were friends with but never anything more because one of you always had boyfriends or girlfriends.
The one who you learned about sexual tension with.
The one that got away (err, maybe).

Well, I hung out with him for the first time in 2 years. (Yes, we hung out two years ago, did drugs and had sex, would this time be the same?!? stay tuned). Anyway, so I called him, as he had texted a couple weeks ago and I hadn't responded. So I called, he called back and proposed that we get together, not in a couple days or maybe I'll see you at the bar, but tonight, that afternoon really.

Okay, so I met him at his lake house. Let me tell you, it was beautiful. The sun was shining, it was hot. One of those days that you just want to dive in. So we did. We jet-skied out to the middle of the lake and jumped off into the water. I mean really, does it get more fun then swimming on a hot day with an old friend? Later, we parked the jet ski and went out on the motor boat only to repeat the earlier events, the jumping and the swimming. It was good to see him, we pushed eachother got caught up and even swam underneath the boat. Yeah, aren't you proud.

Here is what he's been up to...
graduated school this year.
off to art school in NYC for his masters in the fall.
has dreads.
has a girlfriend (ish,?).

Okay, that's fine, all I wanted to do what hang out with an old friend anyway. So we did. After the boat/drug/swim journey (yeah, didn't mention that earlier) but yeah, then we went to get pizza. Now this was some supposably amazing brick oven pizza and guess what, it was! However, our enjoyment was hampered by the local RIDICULOUSLY old people fiddling. That's right, fiddling. Oh, and not in tune or on tempo. It was bad. The food and the company made it bearable.

So here's what I'm thinking about him at this point.
He gets points for being so damn polite (paid for dinner, opened doors).
Loses points for saying words like "rad" and "narly".

Then we went back to his regular house, just us, cause everyone else lives at the lake in the summer. So, do we hook up? Sorry to disappoint you, internet, but that would be a big no. However, we did manage to do other fun things like walk around on the roof, look at his art, more drugs, listen to him play guitar, watched ridiculous fireflies and fall to sleep together on the couch.

I left in the early morning wondering if I would see him again, or will it be another two years? I'm not sure. It's dumb, because if he was a girl (and I mean this just for the sake of this discussion) I could call him the next day, say I had so much fun and hang out with him again soon. However, he's a guy and I can't seem over-eager, right? So who knows when I'll have another day like this... I'll keep you posted.