Why not share, when you can’t enjoy the moment by yourself?

Saturday January 31^st 2009: Well, I didn’t exactly wait; instead I was preparing myself for the moment. I had been out on the cliff path again and taken some pictures. However, my concentration was elsewhere. Lobster: I was going to pick up two lobsters I had ordered at the fishmongers the day before. Marianne was coming and later on back in the apartment she phoned me up sitting in the cab after having arrived to the airport.

Marianne was on her way and about to show up in about ten minute’s time. Everything was prepared for and I had done it in a very simple way. What we enjoy the most, after being away from each other like now for two weeks, is meeting up again to a small private dinner party. Menu: nothing much, lobster, a good bottle of red Bourgogne wine I had never tasted before and a slice of toast.

Marianne arrived and was installed properly with luggage and all, and after that there was this about Dry Martinis. Yes, of course, why change a winning concept. So we engaged ourselves in getting our drinks right without having the right equipment for it. Perfect, and with all that futz unpacking behind us a long gentle hug and yes we do kiss, however not in public anymore. It’s strange, but it feels kind of odd kissing in public somehow, even if it shouldn’t.

We babbled a lot more than usual. These two weeks had accumulated some thoughts and things to talk about. The two lobsters were there cut in half waiting for us and to be fair, as we always are about everything, we shared them both, one half each.

It’s pitch dark outside and the wind is pounding the building and the top apartment we’re in. There’s some light reflecting on our windows reaching up from the town spread out beneath us. But out over the sea darkness had taken over completely. This is our thing, enjoying each other like this and we have done so from when we first met. My change in gender hasn’t changed that. In fact, we enjoy each other’s company much more now, even though we can’t quite compare with what we had in common then with what we share today.

Our Dry Martinis have come to an end and dinner is served. The lights in our apartment we tune down to harmonize with the darkness outside our windows. The wind outside is still blowing making the room small and us getting closer together. Yet another evening to nurse and remember is about to begin.