June 21, 2007 (Thursday)
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It was the first time in my life when I had a date at the museum. Do not rush to make any silly conclusions. No, I was not meeting a bookworm from Oxford or a computer genius from Bangalore. My date was another American, Kurt, from a special to my heart state. Kurt was much hotter than his compatriot, Albert, and much more intelligent. We met at the British Museum. It was amazing to see the ancient artifacts from Greece, Egypt and Rome, as well as the Rosetta Stone.
First, the state where Kurt is from was the state of my very first entry to the United States. Second, I was slightly relieved that Kurt was a smoker too. We had lunch at a Thai place and I rushed off to the IFR. However, our second rendezvous with Kurt did not wait too long. The same evening I was having a pint with Kurt's friends. We made our way to his apartment. If you live in London, you know what and where South Kensington is.
The apartment had a cozy and warm feeling: red big sofa, old wooden chest, and brown leather armchairs, king size bed, bathroom with mirrors everywhere and hand-knit quilts. Kurt and I had a fabulous time together and some 'green' catalysts made our time even better. Luckily, there was no television. It reminded me the two years I lived alone with no television. Who would think that our museum date would end up on a king size bed in South Kensington...?
Ciao,
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