The rest of the trip to Houston went well. I got to see a decent chunk of relatives and ate and drank way too much.
Then there was the trek home on Greyhound.
Between a string of delays, a driver that turned back and other irregular operations, I arrived in San Diego 17 hours late. The pleasant surprise was in San Diego when I bought a pass and it worked on the last bus scheduled for Thursday as it left 12th and Imperial on Friday morning. I dragged through an MD appointment and basically collapsed Friday night.
Then there was the trip to Palm Springs.
It was basically doing a favor for the former roommate in the desert. It was not on my agenda to have sex with him. It was not on his agenda to have sex with me.
We had sex.
The dynamic will be interested in that we both are interested in men who are some distance away. Houston for me, Guadalajara for him. It will be interesting to see what develops as those relationships develop.
So, right now, I'm in Tijuana waiting for a few things to happen. Once they do, it will be interesting.
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