the date with the poet

we met up in a small bar in his part of town, as it was on my way back from my last lesson. we talked about a million things: us, of course, but also politics, religion, education... it was really nice. i really enjoyed the talk and i had a good time. he was quite the gentleman, paying for all the drinks (and apparently i'd have to kill him to be allowed to pay) and checking his iphone to find out when my bus home was (although he'd also offered to drive me all the way). generally, he made sure i was comfortable all the time. all of this was very nice, although we do lead completely different lives. but one thing at the time. i'd like to see him again, to talk some more. we'll see where that gets us.