Winter Storms

First off, your idea and my idea of winter storms may be different as I lived in the San Francisco Bay Area for 24 years and in SoCal / Baja for the past year and a month.

Tijuana got hit with 55mm of rain today (that's a little over two inches for those who are using that other ruler.)  As it rained, I remembered all the torrential rains in San Francisco as well as the time it literally rained for 40 days and 40 nights.  Between dodging them, waiting out squalls in bars and hearing the rain pound the roof I didn't mind them too much.  Driving in it is another story, and I try to avoid that one like the plague.

Anyway, today I was reminded of two encounters.  One, a long time ago in a galaxy far, far away (OK, San Antonio when I was 20,) and the other one that happened two years ago.

In the first situation, I wound up with the college roommate from hell.  I met someone and he invited me over to his place near what was then known as Windsor Park Mall.  It was raining hard that night and we spent the night talking, had sex, went out for coffee at 4 AM, and I went home on the first bus out.  It was an interesting encounter that I appreciated, because I did not have to be near that bastard of a roommate.

The second one involved the Amate.  I told him I wanted to have sex with him.  One night, there was a torrential rain, and he said that I shouldn't worry about him.  It got worse, and he asked me if he could come over.  I said yes, and he came over.  We had a nightcap, talked and he slept in my bed that night.  I got no sleep as I was sitting in my chair with a stupid grin watching him sleep.  I got what I wanted.

He got what he wanted too.  Shelter from the storm.  I'll admit I got what I wanted as well.  A wonderful gentleman with a brain that was fully functional to spend time with and love.

So, hopefully the rest of the week will go well and I get a new client.