We spent the next few days backing up to what one usually does when they meet a stranger: getting to know each other. The what do you do, where do you work, where do you come from, kind of thing. I was still not sure if he was gay or if this was just a convenient time and place and I was the only one here, but I really should have known. He just wasn’t comfortable being out, even during s*x.
I really didn’t know if this was going to be a happy for now or a happy forever after kind of thing, but mostly I was okay with whatever it was, either way. I lived so much in the moment at that time. And why not? We were so snowed in, and apparently nobody was looking for us at all. I had my hopes and dreams, and he featured in all of them. I kept telling myself not to fall in love, that just finding
