May 24, 2014 (Saturday)

Wednesday night, I crossed the street around midnight to the house of a 24-year-old stranger.

I don't know what is it about him that kinda attracted me now.

- Jewish
- grad student
- same department
- ridiculous glasses ("oh I like your glasses. haha. Even though it looked kinda stupid in the pic you sent me.")
- beard ("nothing, it's just I've never been with a guy with beard.")
- gentle ("you don't have to if you don't want to.")
- bi ("Are you, like, bi?") ("oh god, it's like, I have a bi-dar.")
- big ("Your arm is so big.")

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Friday afternoon, I had a (blind) coffee date with a guy at Harvard Square. He turned out to be a physics graduate student from India.

On our way to his apartment:

"My musical taste used to be biased heavily toward western classical."
"Used to?"
"Yeah. Then, you know, it felt kinda weird. I mean, it's not weird ,but, you know, colonialism."
"Of course it's weird!"
"Yeah. So I stopped listening to them, stopped playing the piano for a few years."
"Then, it was kinda difficult. So I continued. Like, whatever."
"I always try to be balanced about my musical selections."
"Mm hmm."

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Last night, I dreamed about Phillip again. I was in the kitchen and I can hear his voice making casual comments about the house.