One More Word on Curt

When Curt and I had dinner at P.F. Chang’s in the Beverly Center, he told me for the first time that he had HIV. We talked about it for hours, comparing notes and everything. I felt closer to him than I ever have before, and I think the feeling was mutual. He broke up with his longtime boyfriend a month earlier, and moved to Long Beach — in part to avoid running into the guy (Jason, I think his name is).

When we hung out together, Curt talked quite a bit about only going for older men now (Jason was a little younger than Curt, which runs against Curt’s usual pattern). And I think Curt was flirting with me, unless I’m mistaken. And since then, Curt has been e-mailing me every few days, just keeping in touch. Of course, I’m not in LA, so nothing’s going to happen. Long distance relationships are out. But if I were in LA…