We showered together, dressed in shorts, took a run in the downpour outside, and returned to my apartment. Again, we showered, dried each other off, dressed, and spent the rest of the day as boyfriends, needy of each other. Not once did we bring up Armin in Athens or our secret affair. Nor did I mention Armin’s second boyfriend, Nico de Cazzo. It was as if the topics were off limits, unspoken realities that maybe neither of us wanted to deal with because reality was far too brazen. Instead, we wanted to share a fairy tale-like day with just the two of us.
We had lunch at Simone’s Italian Deli, went to a matinée at The Rosalyn Theatre where we watched a French film, and then toured one of the city’s museums. We did some light shopping, took the incline to Mt. Washington, stood at its overl
