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opened a gym in Austin,
and it so was successful that we decided to open one in Houston
where I’m from. Then we opened a third in Denver when an
opportunity arose for us to buy a gym that was going out of
business. After that, we were ready for a change of scenery and to
get out of the humidity and really wanted to open a gym on the west
coast, so we decided to move out here to San Francisco.  It’s
much easier to concentrate on getting a business up and running
when you live in the same town. It was more difficult when we were
managing Houston and Denver and living in Austin.”
    "I've always wanted to go to Texas. I would like to
someday see the Alamo."
    "Maybe I can take you sometime," he said smiling,
making me blush.
    "Sounds like fun."
    The waiter returned and expertly poured our glasses
of wine and left warm bread on the table with butter. I felt my
stomach growl as I realized I hadn't eaten since lunch time.
    “You know, when I first saw you at the gym, I wanted
to talk to you. I even managed to get close to you while you ran on
the treadmill, but I couldn’t get my courage up to talk to you.
Plus, I was still kind of seeing someone at the time, and it
wouldn’t have been fair to you or her.”
    “Yeah, I didn’t have the balls,
either.”   Shit did that just come out of my mouth?   We both laughed.
    “Christy, the girl I was seeing, and I didn’t really
have anything in common. She became extremely lazy over the few
months we dated, quit her job because she was bored, questioned my
every move, every phone call and text and hated Jason.” Apparently
Jason was not too fond of her either. 
    “I finally ended it with Christy a week before Vegas.
Again, I wanted to talk to you, but I figured it was too soon. Then
I saw you at the airport, which caught me off guard. Before I could
walk over to you, you were gone. When I saw you and Ryan at Lavo
that night, I knew I just had to talk to you. Except after we
danced, I could barely get two words out of my mouth,” Brandon said
with a chuckle. 
    I was surprised at that.  He seemed so cool,
calm and collected – so self-assured and confident.  I could
hardly speak after we danced and had needed two shots of tequila to
calm my nerves. 
    “I’m sorry I left like that. I just had to get back
to my room and…you know, take a cold shower.” Brandon’s face was
slightly flushed, so I could only imagine that my own face must
have been bright red at that moment.  
    “I was really happy I ended it with Christy before
Vegas––it was a long time coming. Thankfully, I got to know you a
little better in Vegas and here we are.”
    “I’m happy, too. One more night with no new
information for Ryan and I think she would have been to the gym on
Monday to kick your ass for not making a move!” 
    The waiter returned with our
entrees as the sun set fully behind darkened clouds. Looking across
the bay, I saw slight flickers of lights from the small town of
Belvedere. Over the course of dinner we talked about hobbies,
likes, dislikes, favorite movies, etc.-- everything you would ask
on a first date. I found out that he liked to go mountain bike
riding with his friends, hated broccoli, his favorite food was
barbeque ribs and his favorite movie of all time
was  Tommy Boy  with Chris Farley. 
    He loved sports; his favorite
baseball team was our local team, the  San Francisco Giants , favorite
hockey team was also our local team, the  San Jose Sharks,  and his
favorite football team was the  Dallas
Cowboys . I wasn’t sure I was ready to
tell him about Trav Ass , so I quickly told him that I had just gotten out of a two
year relationship and didn’t elaborate further than that.  He
didn’t press me for more information, but continued to listen
attentively as I went on to tell him that I loved all the sports
teams he mentioned except for the football team. I was
a   San
Francisco Forty Niners   fan. 
    Brandon had an extra ticket for Friday’s Giants