First of all, I loved the con. Best one I've been at, bear-none. I ended up not going to most of the panels I wanted to, for a reason I'll mention shortly. I socialized a lot more than I usually do, and spent most of my money on good food with good friends. It was just a grand old time. The room was pretty good for me, with one thing in particular. In my room, I found a very special fox, one who has been sweet and wonderful from the first moments I met him. Our first interaction was me showing off how bad my handpaws were for dexterity, and spilling red wine over him.

Despite that, he decided I'd be a good enough guy to go out to dinner with. Shortly after sitting down, I realized just how special he was. A giver, a people pleaser, and yet...different. He'd been taken advantage of, been hurt so much, and yet he was still willing to push forward, to keep giving. He had a kindness and a spark that I was captivated by. He spoke at length about being a chef, about his passion for food and his desires to go to culinary school. He was so happy just sitting there and talking, I found myself focusing less on the environment and more on him. It was supposed to be just a casual meal for friends and yet it very quickly became so much more.

By the end of the meal, I was enthralled, I could feel my face heating up as my cheeks turned red, and I felt so tingly I had to act. I managed to control it until we got outside, but the very moment I set foot out of the restaurant I grabbed his chin and tilted it up, and planted a very firm, but very gentle kiss on his lips. I almost lost my mind when he kissed back, my heart going pitter-patter in my chest too strongly to focus. It didn't take me long to really, truly fall for him, only a few hours of talking to him. We walked together for a few hours, just talking all the way, before we eventually around ten pm found a silent place in the convention center. We talked, I shared some music, and we laughed together. I was a bit too nervous to really kiss him much, maybe one or two here or there.

It took a while, and admitting how nervous I was by holding out my shaking hand before I felt good enough. Seeing his shaking hand as well helped me to feel better, and I finally leaned in for a big kiss. As I did, I could hear the fireworks of the nearby baseball game start up, and it felt almost too good to be true, too surreal. It feels like we spent an eon together, and yet nowhere enough time. All I know is that I wanted more of it, from that first bit of time alone together, and I almost cried when the staff members had to usher us off of the third floor back toward the public area. It was one of the best evenings of my life, despite how short it really was in the end.

I want more, and can only hope I get the chance to experience another weekend with him soon, the man who made me feel so special and loved that it cracked open my poor heart.