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Broadway Goes to Barcelona

Broadway is a huge fan of Kylie Minogue. In fact, that’s an understatement.  Shortly after we started seeing each other he reintroduced me to her when he gave me her latest album. While a fan of a few of her songs, I would never venture to one of her concerts.

However, Broadway bought a ticket to see her in concert in Barcelona, Spain. Yes, Barcelona for a concert. He told me about this trip months in advace, but the closer to his departure, the odder I found this excursion. On top of that, we were drifting apart over the weeks leading up to this trip.

Over President’s Day weekend, we ventured to Rhinebeck, NY to stay at the Belvedere Mansion bed and breakfast. We needed to get away from the city bustle. But, for the first time in our relationship, we started getting snippy towards each other. While driving there, we argued about dinner plans. At dinner we didn’t talk much. It was almost awkward. The next day we went for lunch at Gigi Trattoria (amazing pizzas btw). He spent the entire meal taking pictures of me and other things in the restaurant and playing on his iPhone.

When we got back to the room that night, we opened the champagne and strawberries I brought in an attempt to be romantic. I was ill shortly before this trip and wasn’t quite over it, so I was having a hard time feeling romantic. We had our fill and went to bed, arguing about the sheets being tucked or untucked. He made no advances that night. I would have been a sport and tried to ignore my ailment, but the effort wasn’t necessary.

Looking back, I think that night is when I knew it was ending.

The clear sign came in mid-March while he was in Barcelona. The day he was flying out, we spent the morning together. While shopping at Bed Bath & Beyond, he purchased 2 small bottles of lube. We had used this during sex, but I found it strange he would be buying 2 the day before heading to another country… alone.

Before he left, I barely got a kiss from him. We chatted at lunch about the difficulty we would have being an ocean away but knew we would figure it out. And we said goodbye.

When I didn’t get a call from him before he took off, red flags started popping up in my head. I started talking to Boston online about my issues. He pointed out that I was raising a lot more red flags than mere coincidence. But when I received the following message on Facebook, I was livid:

hello
hello from barcelona, i finally have internet in the apartment. The concert last night was amazing, besides the fact that I had to wait in the cold rain for two hours before. I haven’t spoken a word today and I feel like I might go crazy, but I like it. Went to the park and am now drinking some wine. It’s almost 11, which means the city is about to come alive and I’m going to go to dinner. I don’t know how i feel about barcelona yet but i’m giving it a chance. hope you are well, leave me a message or something. 
– B

The following is our exchange on Facebook:

— Got your message yesterday. Have to say I was a little disappointed. Felt a bit like a mass message… Especially after not hearing from you since I said goodbye on the street Friday afternoon. (This was on Monday) I don’t doubt it’s tough without a phone. But I was also surprised not to get a call/text from the airport before taking off.

— I don’t know what to say

— Just think it’s a little odd when you’ve been dating someone for almost 10 months not to reach out before you’re about to leave the country for a week by yourself… and then when you finally do 2 days later, it’s just a rundown of what you’ve been doing followed by, “hope you are well.” Not sure if im being melodramatic, but i’m a little hurt to be honest… The content of your message was sterile.

— Yes I understand and maybe Facebook wasn’t the best way to contact you, but I wanted to let you know I was alright. I didn’t mean for it to be, but now that i look at it again you are right. I don’t know what else to say here…

We talked some more, I was very hurt and upset. It wasn’t that he messaged me on Facebook. It was what the message said. We were dating for almost 10 months, and it appeared that meant nothing to him.

I didn’t decide to break up with him immediately following our exchange. I wasn’t about to break up with someone across an ocean, especially when he was traveling alone. It just didn’t seem fair. But we certainly needed to have a discussion upon his return.

The only problem was, the week following Barcelona I was headed to Miami and the Florida Keys for almost a week. The discussion would have to wait…

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Over-Serviced at a Bn’B

When Broadway suggested we get away for a weekend, I was thrilled. He had a place in mind from the get-go — a bed and breakfast in New Hope, Pennsylvania. I grew up in PA and never heard of the town.  It’s a quaint little gay-friendly town nestled on the banks of the Delaware River in the outskirts of Philly. I highly recommend checking it out, especially in the fall or around Christmas.

Until then, I had never stayed at a bn’b or had any burning desire to stay at one (nor did I ever have a companion). However, the idea of getting away for a few days with him sounded amazing! Our relationship was really taking shape, and I couldn’t have been happier with where things were going.

One crisp fall Monday afternoon, I borrowed a friend’s car, and we drove out to the country. For the next 2 days, it was going to be just the two of us. No distractions. I wasn’t even sure if I would have cell phone service.

We arrived at The Mansion Inn and checked in to our room. The manager of this establishment was nothing like what I would expect from a bn’b. He was a very handsome, muscular, masculine man who looked more like a wrestling coach than the manager of an inn.

The room we booked was located outside the main house. We decided a little more privacy would be ideal, so we booked the upstairs room of the carriage house. We were both hungry, so we dropped our bags and began exploring the small town.

We arrived around 3:00, and the town was pretty much shut down. Everywhere we went, we struck out. The kitchens were switching over to the dinner menu. So we meandered around, popping into shops and boutiques and taking pictures on/with a few of the local statues (one of which is a very large dinosaur).

Finally, we came across a pizzeria where we got something to hold us over until dinner. We took our food back to our room to eat in front of the fireplace. You’d be surprised, but pizza on the floor with pillows and a roaring fire can be very romantic. We enjoyed our food, but more importantly, we were really enjoying each other’s company.

Things got so romantic that we moved to the bed. We didn’t take the time to get into the bed as clothes were being flung off. Just after the heavy action ended and we were lying there naked. Him on top of me, I heard a noise at the door. I pick my head up and look over his shoulder to see the housekeeper keying into the door and turning the knob. I was so surprised that when I opened my mouth, nothing came out until the door opened. We both shouted “HELLO!” just as she picked her head up to catch a full glimpse of his bare ass. She quickly shouted back, “I’m so sorry,” and turned to run back down the stairs. We both just looked at each other and laughed hysterically; joking about how it was good she didn’t come in a few moments earlier or we could have asked her to join in.

The Landing Restaurant tucked away on the banks of the Delaware

After that, we showered and went out to dinner at The Landing. We had a very good meal paired with a nice bottle of wine and the sweetest waitress who offered to take a picture of the two of us.

We decided to go back to the bn’b for desert and to use our 2 free drink tickets before heading to bed. The manager was there playing bartender and gave us suggestions for desert. We got 3 and shared them.

We were not embarrassed by the events that took place earlier, but we were very curious how the bn’b would handle the situation. The housekeeper was walking around cleaning things up at the bar, never once making eye contact with either of us.

Finally the manager came over to us and offered 2 more free drinks tickets. “We have 2 other guests coming in late tonight who won’t be able to use their tickets. You’re more than welcome to use them if you like.”

I was a little annoyed because we knew why they were really giving us the tickets. I didn’t appreciate the elaborate story. Acknowledgement of the accident would have been more than ample.

After we finished our desert, we walked back to our room holding hands, slipped off our clothes and hopped into bed for the night.

The next morning we went for brunch and got back on the road to NY. This trip, to date, is the most romantic thing I’ve ever done with anyone, and I will remember it forever.

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