Part 6: No more searching

At some point, the data became dull and if it hadn’t gone further, it would probably have stayed at a hey, and what do you do. So we set about getting to know each other (man 3). Dinners with friends and alone, at home and in restaurants, parties, short vacations, walks, movies, theater, museums, reading and mailsMailsMails and Facebook postings, likes, comments and all that stuff that can inevitably lead in two directions. Friendship or no friendship. It led to a friendship that took on family characteristics. Conversations about this and that and life and death and values and aesthetics and relationships and visions, education, names, clothes, movies and music. To be able to read a book next to each other and know what’s going on with the other person without having to talk about it all the time. Being able to leave the other person alone and still have the impression that the other person is there when you really need them. Also a closeness that does not require a particular physical minimum distance and yet holds a restraint, just no attraction in this way, different needs than in a partnership and the knowledge of longevity with the necessary respect for it. A relationship with platonic love and the similar hope that it will last forever. And who knows, maybe in old age we will both be single again, or even still, sitting at the table between the other seniors in some home and Gianni is constantly looking at his iPhone, always on the lookout for a new resident with Grindr and I see it more pessimistically and know, for certain things it is perhaps sometime actually a little late and am happy about the autumn asters in the garden and hope that our daughter comes to visit us sometime. The usual stuff.

continue to Part 7: And now?

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