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From fairest creatures we desire increase,
That thereby beauty's rose might never die,
But as the riper should by time decease,
His tender heir might bear his memory:
But thou contracted to thine own bright eyes,
Feed'st thy light's flame with self-substantial fuel,
Making a famine where abundance lies,
Thy self thy foe, to thy sweet self too cruel:
Thou that art now the world's fresh ornament,
And only herald to the gaudy spring,
Within thine own bud buriest thy content,
And, tender churl, mak'st waste in niggarding:
Pity the world, or else this glutton be,
To eat the world's due, by the grave and thee.

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tuesday, january 14th 2021

Wil and I are seated across from each other at a table for 2. theres a dim candle in between us making his eyes shine. If i looked hard enough, i could probably see a little hint of gold in his eyes. but i wont. i wont make this weird. we're just two new friends having dinner and toasting to friendship. i like to think of it as a first-friend-in-a-new-country celebration. 

A tall slim proper waitress soon comes to our table. and wil says to me 

"you can order whatever you want, im paying" 

i hesitate, not wanting to spend his money, so I end up just ordering a small steak, potatoes, and asparagus. its what I call an "american dinner". when i tell wil that he laughs. he laughs at all my jokes, even when i don't find them funny. as i think about it, i think out loud by mistake

"why do you laugh at all my jokes?" i ask, then immediately cover my mouth. that was so rude, i've just ruined it. he's going to take offense. But wil doesn't take offense. not at all. from what I know about him so far, he's not like jack at all. fuck. i need to quit comparing my boyfriend to my acquaintance. wil is not jack. jack is not wil. 

"because i find you funny lav. you are funny" he says grinning. 

we spend about 20 minutes just talking and talking until our food comes to us, he's ordered crab and artichoke. I thank the waitress, but as she's walking away wil calls her back. 

"I'm sorry, but may i request a bottle of your nicest wine. or champagne?" he asks her in a customer service tone that i haven't heard from him yet. the waitress says yes and when she disappears from site wil motions me closer. I lean over the table and he covers one side of his mouth and says

"if you talk to them in customer service voices they'll forget they're the ones serving you, and often they'll knock a bit off the bill" 

we both roll back laughing and he shrugs and gives off a silly face. I sigh looking at him and pop the champagne. 

We talk over dinner for about an hour until we're both full and wil signals for a check. Once we leave the restaurant i check the time. fuck. its 5:15  I say to myself. 

"wil i've had a great time today. thank you so much for the semi tour, we should continue tomorrow yeah?" i ask hoping for reassurance. 

"totally! we'll finish it tomorrow" wil exclaims excitedly. 

we part ways, and when i reach my car i find myself smiling.