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5:00 Tan at the body.

In shower is cute, bald guy, about 5'10" with nice body, but very shy, or at least quiet.

Didn't respond to my glaces.

Awkward as we left.

6:00 At home, write up notes on houses I saw. Nothing to last.

Decide against going running.

Too late.

6:30 I NEED A CLEAN SLATE! I'VE WRITTEN ALL OVER THIS CITY.

6:45 Make + eat dinner.

Decide to go out. Try Pagliacci's, but only Trattoria has dinners now, so go there, but too busy. As I leave though, I see bald guy walking with another one from gym.

Still not much response.

Go to Graces + Mike Hallen comes up and joins me for dinner.

Pasta + ham, duck spinach salad, wine.

Walk hom. See Sidney + family.

Just returned from sailing on bay.

Also spent last weekend on Lopez.

Very sunny. Good for biking.

8:30 Start laundry.

Read Chap XII of Mask of Apollo.

Shift laundry.

Decide to go out to Tugs, but not drink, just to see the crowd, and confirm feelings of Seattle.

And it's just as always. Very interesting (well, sort of) people, and good music, and fun video.

But the guy from the gym is there.

Turns out to be from Pearland, Jeff Conway, and a Paramedic, 32.

Seems like a good guy. But of course, he's not from Seattle.

11:00 Tugs is closing so I drive him to his RAM truck, and we go to Hombres + play darts.

12:00 Go outside + I say "I'd invite you home but I don't know if you're that kind of guy." Yes, I'd like to. And I say I'm glad he'd like to.