The Day I Met Andrew

Since people are now reading my blog, I guess I should post something now and again so that people have something to read.

I think I will begin by describing the day I met Andrew: Friday, February 3, 2006.

We met because our fathers pressured us to meet. Our fathers knew each other and they thought that Andrew and I should meet since we were both attending school in the same city. Each of our fathers kept asking us whether we had called each other (we had not) and finally one night my father made me PROMISE to call Andrew as soon as I got off the phone.

I did as my father asked, and I called Andrew. The first thing Andrew said to me was “Oh, yes, I had been planning to call you”, which was an outrageous lie. However, Andrew was very polite, and he suggested that we meet for coffee in Georgetown on Friday afternoon after our classes ended for the day.

And we did meet that Friday afternoon.

I can best describe our meeting by posting an email message I sent to a friend of mine as soon as I got home that night, just after midnight. Here is the complete text of that message to my friend. I know it is a little childish.




I did not chicken out today.

And I am glad I did not.

Andrew was a beautiful man. He was very pleasant, very kind, very nice, very well-mannered, very civil, very classy, very well-dressed. He was also very intelligent--very, very intelligent, if not exceptionally intelligent. His great intelligence is clearly his defining characteristic.

He was an English major as an undergrad, but he shares my great interest in history, and I was astonished how many history books I have read and love that he also has read and loved. He also likes military history, which fascinates me. Of course, like any history lover, he also likes politics, and likes to talk about politics, which is one of my greatest passions.

He is very knowledgeable about classical music. He said that classical music is his greatest passion, and that he cannot live without music. That is a field I would like to know much more about. He likes art and architecture, but does not believe he has any basic foundation of knowledge in those two fields. He loves college basketball and college football, but does not really follow professional sports, and has absolutely NO interest in the Washington Redskins (and I have no interest in the Redskins, either). I guess that is because we both are from out of town. We spent quite some time arguing over the relative merits of the Big 12 and the Big 10 conferences!

He loves to play basketball, and he loves to play tennis. I love tennis, too, but tennis will be a problem for me. He is rated a 5.5 (which HE did not tell me, but my Dad did), and I am a 4.5, if not a 4.0. Consequently, I can't really play with him. I know from my Dad that he routinely plays with two retired pros, and Andrew would be rated a 6.0 except that this rating is generally reserved for full-time pros.

He was a little bit reticent, especially at first, which my Dad had told me to expect, and I could see that his natural tendency is toward reticence. However, he talked all the time, and became quite open after a short while.

Now, for the good part. Silvio, let me be shallow. He was stunningly beautiful! On a scale of 1 to 10, he was a 25. He took my breath away.

He is 6'1", one inch taller than I am. He probably weighs 185, what I weigh. He has dark blond hair, and there are, perhaps, six different colors to his hair. The longer it is, the lighter it is. In the sunlight, his hair looks completely blond. In a dark room, his hair looks almost brown. In some light, I can see strands of red in his hair. Andrew wears his hair in the current French fashion, and it suits him.

He has beautiful blue eyes--intense, characterful, intelligent, beautiful eyes. I can see the whole world in his eyes! His eyes were incredibly expressive, and incredibly alive. They are his best physical feature.

He has a beautiful straight nose, and a beautiful brow, and a beautiful mouth, and a beautiful neck. Silvio, even his ears were beautiful, and it was all I could do not to bite them! His hands were beautiful, too--manly, tapered, elegant hands and fingers. I wanted to ask him to take off his shoes, and show me his feet, too, but I restrained myself.

I met him at 2:00 this afternoon in Georgetown, and got home at about 11:40 tonight. We had coffee and walked around Georgetown all afternoon, then had a sandwich, then went to see "Munich" and then went to dinner. We talked the whole time, except during the movie, and there were no lapses in the conversation. I was not bored for a single minute, and I don't think he was, either. I certainly hope not!

I am going to see Andrew again tomorrow. We are going to play basketball in the morning--one on one, or a pickup game if one is going on--and then have lunch and then go to the Winslow Homer show at the National Gallery.

I really want to talk to him a lot more, and I think he really wants to talk to me a lot more. We did not even scratch the surface today and tonight.

Plus, I will get to see him NAKED after basketball tomorrow! Oh, boy!