There he was. Mikalo. 25. Greek God (well actually Macedonian) I would have known him anywhere as he had been in my dreams for 40 years. So Noah and I decided to explore the fifth floors specialty restaurants and bars, all so beautiful. We walked up to the bar and I asked, Whats delicious. Mikalo replied, Me. Vain little peacok basking in his admiration. I attempted to describe what I wanted, he got the idea but then suggested an even better liquor to put in it. Of course it would cost $21. Noah urged me on. Then I had a second and Mikalo kept pouring more into my and Noahs glass. I have always been completely happy to be my age, but for just this one time I wished I could be 25 and the twinkle in his eyes could be because of me and not because of an imagined tip or the delight he was taking in being oogled. No matter--I take my pleasure where I can now. We flirted outrageously--sweet boy. When all was said and done we went back to our room and Noah was the ultimate winner-so glad I packed that little red silk piece.
Posted on: Tue, 14 Oct 2014 16:03:15 +0000
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