Blind date

i went out for a blind date with G tonight. we had dinner at B111. His best friend D happened to be there , one table apart. For him it was kind of "you're busted "date. For myself it was kind of "i needed more sleep before date" date. i worked last night. I had only 3 hrs sleep today since i had apointment with my tax accounant this morning. I did not get home until 3 pm. I ran out the door after beating the snooze repeatedly. It turned out that i was an hour early so i went to St.mark book store. I bought two books and heading to alphabet city to meet G. During our dinner conversation; i was supprised to know that G's grandfather designed my highschool le qui don( appeared in the movie The Lovers) . His granfather was a french architecture who spent some times in asia in his late twenty. The date became more interesting. His best G was ex-girl friend of his exboyfriend' brother. My "good old days" highschool was built by a french man whose grandson was sitting infront of me. My head was flashing back with memories...the small crooked court yard damaged by the roots of the aged trees...the arched loby...the mysterious librabry..the unforgetable iron gate at the main entrance where i used to walk my pale blue bicycle thru it....my poor collection of sad memories.
We finished dinner and walked to Phoenix. That place was filled up college boys who seemed to study the crowd as the way they read the text the night before the final exam. I used to be one of them. I wanted to be one of them again. Maybe not tonite. G had "Ketel" one on rock. I wanted white russian but had cosmo ' Cuz ...."sorry no milk" the Tom of finland kind of look bartender shouted over the counter. I poured my cosmo in a plastic cup despite the bartender work of art making frozen frosted martini glass for my cosmo. Hey i just wanted to drink the cocktail , not spilling it on my way thru the humble crowd back to the haft bench-haft table seat covered with 4x6 old itching rug where G was waiting. There was no table to rest our drinks. G put his Ketel One in the hole of the walls which missing bricks. i held my cosmo up in the air at knee level. We left Phoenix after i told G the story of my Dragon-want- to- be fish tatoo . We kissed. We splited up at 13 st and First. The blind date ended.
On the subway home i was thinking about the name of the bar called " Phoenix" and the metaphor of the Dragon fairy tale on my shoulder. Fying Dragon and Dancing Phoenix. A symbol of harmony ? Love is a tatoo? I wondered. I tried to make some sense out of this universe and You were just now reading or scrolling " it".