On this gorgeous day I’m staying inside. At least for now. There is the Evolve Urban Arts Project opening later on. And then Mila’s birthday party. But for now I’m attempting to straighten things up, do laundry, finish a pot of coffee.

Lately I’ve been archiving movies and tv shows from my computer; that 250MB hard drive that I thought was monstrous four years ago is apparently bursting at its seams. So there’s that going on too. In looking for archived archiving disks, I stumbled upon a disk labeled “<insert The Millionaire’s name here> (final)”. Well isn’t that a little piece of joy.

I popped in this little summer-of-2003 relic in my computer’s drive to see what exactly is on it. Nine simple photos of me and The Millionaire, whom I dated that spring and summer. I remember that time well. I still had Libby, The Silver Bullet (my car) my mother and pets were alive (and healthy) and I was the fittest I’ve ever been as an adult.

I saw The Millionaire at the beach this summer but he didn’t notice me. Considering he was hanging out with someone else I had dated once, I easily forgave his lack of observation skills. They were both people I was to have a limit amount of time with; I was not in their social or financial league. I’m glad they’re friends now. Be fruitful and multiply your financial interest.

Back to the pictures on the disk.

The pictures were taken on July 4, 2003. We had just returned from working out at the gym and had showered and gotten ready at my old place, Jump Street. We were getting ready to go to a friend’s bbq, the first time he was meeting friends of mine. I was giddy. He said he was “smitten”. It was a good time in my life. The quality of the image is not very good since I was using the picture feature from my videocam, but they are what they are. The eyeblocking isn’t out of disrespect, it’s for anonymity. <–This is stupid. Here’s the unlayered pic. I love loved how he’s pressing up on me.