Best day ever

August 21st, 9am, Eastern Standard Time.
I awoke to the melodious sounds of some shitty song on the radio, rolled over, cursed whoever it was who suggested I get the 10am train, turned, realised it was me who had suggested this, tried to bury my head under the pillow, groaned, and then remembered why I was getting to uni so uncharacteristically early. The air of gloom sitting over my bed dissipated almost instantly. I quickly got out of bed, got dressed, spent ages doing my hair, grabbed my bag and got going. What was the reason for this sudden change of heart? I was having lunch with John, this guy I had a crush on from like the minute I met him. It took ages to get his number but I finally got it and he was meeting me at one of the (nicer) cafes on campus at 1pm.

I met John a month ago at the queer group. He sauntered in, sat down next to me and introduced himself: "Hey, I'm John. Nice to meet you." I think I managed to stammer back "Hi. Dan. Thanks." But to be honest it may not have happened that way at all since I was kinda not paying attention to little things like speech. We got talking. Again, I don't remember specifically what was said, but I do remember that when I was talking to him he looked at me intently with his sexy blue eyes and said "right" a lot. He is one of those rare people who make you feel like you are the most important person in the world while you are speaking. He's 23, taller than me, maybe 5'10", thin but not scary-thin, dirty blonde hair, really cute, amazing smile. Actually, he looks kinda like Jon Foreman, the guy up top, lead singer of my favourite band, Switchfoot. Go figure.

10am, Eastern Standard Time
As I was getting onto the train I saw a guy I hadn't seen in ages. I went to school with him back in 2002. We were never close or anything but since graduation we catch up if we're ever on the same train. So the trip down to Sydney was spent catching up and joking around about nothing in particular. It was nice to see him again. But then it always is, he's a great guy.

12pm, Eastern Standard Time
I received a phone call, while sitting in the dead silent library, from a lady I work with. Basically she told me how wonderful I am and how my presence is going to be missed when I am gone. On the weekend I tendered my resignation from the committee of a small charity group that I am a part of, effective from the middle of November. Although it was a little embarrassing to be told how wonderful I am, it really did set the mood for the rest of the day.

1pm, Eastern Standard Time
I got to the cafe a little before 1. I sat down on a bench outside and lit up a cigarette to try to steady my nerves a little. I was calming down slowly when he appeared from behind me and sat down next to me. We exchanged the usual "Hi, how are you"s and headed inside. We ordered our lunch and carried it over to a table. He even carried my drink since I only have one free hand because of the walking stick. We talked and ate for a little over an hour. He did his intent listening-like-you're-the-most-in-person-in-the-room thing while we talked about school and coming out and uni and religion and sociology. I was impressed to discover that he's not just a pretty face but actually pretty clever too. I was slightly less impressed when I discovered that he's leaving full-time study next week to work full-time. But I tried not to let it spoil a great lunch with brilliant company. So who knows what will happen with him but for that hour I pretty much forgot all my stresses. We headed off to the queer group at around 2,15 and hung out there for a while, before heading our separate ways.

5pm, Eastern Standard Time
I did my presentation in front of the class with all the flair and pizaz that you would expect of someone as wonderful as me (I can say that in light of the phone call from the lady from work that I'd received earlier). I think I did pretty well, at least on the actual presenting part. Whether what I said was any good remains to be seen. But I was pretty happy with it.

So all in all, I had an amazing day. As I was walking down the street on the way to my Pop's that night it was like I was walking on a cloud. It didn't last long, by 9,30 I was ready to fall apart from tiredness, but it was well worth it for the best day ever.