The Living Centrifuge

I look back at Ben in the light of the men that I have dated since him and think...."wow.....good riddance.  A short, balding, smoking, gay-scene-involved, accountant without a degree, and with nothing interesting to say or do. 

Though it didn't work out with Martin, he was a beautiful, healthy (physically anyway), smart, motivated man who knew Latin and Old French, and had a degree in molecular biology.

The fellow I've been on some dates with this past month is a composer and conductor who created a successful Broadway show, builds schools in South Africa, is anonymously putting a promising but poor young man he met there through medical school, building a community centre, is the Artistic Director of two music festivals and is a university professor who is really charming, and will probably eventually be the mayor of the city in which he resides. Whether it works out with him or not, (although I hope it does), he is interested in me and says that he gets nervous around me.  Like....Ben.....uh......okay baieeeee. If it's possible, I think I'm getting PICKIER than I was before.  Can you believe it?