Well I made it last night. I could not miss the chance to see Husani be nice to someone. I had a headache almost right up to the time I walked to the train station. I was late. I keep forgetting that Metro North is not like the subway and there's a schedule. He told me to meet him at the Virgin at 9. I was luck the train was an express but I still didn't get there until around 9:30. When I got out of the subway at Union Square ... my cellphone said I had like 7 messages. Six I sorta knew about so the 7th had to have been Husani. Problem is .... I had to stay there outside the Virgin and listen to every single one before Husani's came up. And of course they were all long. This guy from the printer's. He emailed the same thing he talked about on pretty much each message. I was so pissed off. Plus .. my phone's a prepaid ... meaning all my minutes are just being eaten.

When I finally got to Husani's message I couldn't make out what restaurant he said. He did say that he would walk back to the Virgin if I wasn't there by a certain time.

"Dammit! Stupid phone," I was like a crazy person. I tried to check my voicemail again but all my minutes were up *grinds his teeth*. So now ... I can't call Husani anyway cuz he doesn't have a cellphone anymore. I have no idea where the hell they are and I'm cold. I figured I'd just walk around a bit before heading back home. I felt trapped in one of my 'only me' moments.

I sighed and sorta just gazed down at the green glow from the display on my phone. Then someone's hand was on my shoulder. I swung around and it was Husani.

"Don't do that!" I smiled.

I explained what happened and he explained what happened on his end. He said he had just called me from his buddy's phone and AT&T said that they couldn't locate me or I wasn't in service or whatever. Everyone was actually just across the street at Xando's. Husani and I had lunch there like the day before.

"Guys .. this is Angel Boi. Angel Boi ... the guys," said Husani.

One was his boyfriend and the other his best friend. At first I thought they'd claw my eyes out or something (past experience) but they were pretty cool. Real easy going guys. Husani's boyfriend seemed to have perfect skin and it somehow made me self-concious. He was also pretty graceful and I'm surprised that my natural bitchy instinct didn't flare up. I guess because I didn't have to compete. Not for Husani. Not for attention.

We all joked around and the 3 of them munched on pizza. They kept asking if I was sure I didn't want any. I was fine and just sipped on my Pepsi. I liked being around them and I didn't just sit there and say nothing like I would've done a year ago. We left and walked to the station. We ended up splitting in 2 pairs. Husani and his boyfriend. Husani's best friend and myself. We talked a little on the train and hugged before I got off at Grand Central. I was pretty lucky. I managed to catch the last train to White Plains. The last one seems to leave around 12:30.

For some reason I always feel violated after walking by the cab driver's here at the White Plains station. All sweaty and just gross. And they have this way of looking at me that always makes me shift my eyes and walk faster. I had a dream I was attacked in the parking lot. I think I need to start thinking warmer, happier thoughts.