On Sunday afternoon, I met Frog #3 (boat dweller) for big trouble in little china - or as is more commonly known, dim sum. I was impressed with his willingness to try anything and also that his favorite dishes - pork pillows and yellow - were also mine (clearly great taste). We vowed to come back and be even more adventurous, although I'm not sure anything will get me to try the chicken feet.
After food, we headed over to the Museum of Fine Arts to check out the new American Art Wing. As an aside, the new renovation looks great! I love the central atrium with the chihuly (sp?) glass sculpture and cafe and some of the new paintings in the art wing are really cool. I especially liked the Winslow Homer, landscapes and Gilbert Stuart/George Washington dollar bill painting.
But, I digress. What do I secretly love to do in museums? Touch old, awesome stuff. Before you get your panties in a bunch, I would NEVER touch a painting - just sculptures, statues, blocks of carvings, etc. After we walked around for awhile, I shared my dirty fetish with Frog #3... even though I think he was secretly horrified, he still joined in and enjoyed the adrenaline rush of 1) completely breaking the rules and 2) touching old awesome stuff!
We then headed over to the cafe to get some coffee/tea and talk... which we did for a couple hours. He then walked me back to my apartment building and we stood awkwardly outside, completely sober in the daylight with other people around. He hugged me and promised to call me and come up with a really cool plan (he even mentioned karaoke!) for us to hang out soon. We've been texting since... so I'll keep you posted.
Question for the KF readers: since it was our third time spending time together, should I have kissed him? or more leadingly touched him? According to W & B, my flirting skills are super rusty....
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