My first impression of Orion was that it was sunny and hot outside, that he was wearing blue, and had a nice open face. He waved and I waved and then we shared two bottles of chardonnay in Hyde Park. Orion selects wine by the label art. On one bottle was a bird and one the other a “dignified but corruptible” young woman. We sat in an ideal patch of gradience between sunlight and shade.
We rode tangents until they delivered us at a charming café, where we shared a meal complete with crembrule. Iconic cocktails populated the remainder of the day, at a hip joint called: “Tonic.” By the end of the night the night felt young, but I had to get a good night’s sleep before realizing the Australian dream of catching a sweet wave at surf-school the next morning.
Orion and I had one perfect date and never saw each other again.
Orion and I had one perfect date and never saw each other again.
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