I call T at three in the morning because I cannot sleep. I have been calling T at night for several months, even though we live in the same city. Leave it to fate that the person I call every night is a Frenchman living in New York. He arrived three years ago with that European goal to "make it in New York City" and childhood dreams to witness Yellow School Buses, High School Cafeterias, and The Friends' Apartment with his own eyes. What started as a few dates turned into a friendship that is hard to put into words. T (whose name is Thibault), and I met in a gay bar in Chelsea that is now closed. We never said hello with words, but our eyes compensated. I was standing, back against the wall as he passed holding a cocktail. We glanced in each other's direction and could feel that energetic pull you cannot describe. He smiled. I smiled back. And that was that. A week later while walking to Flaming Saddles I received amessage on Grindr, It was him and we realized we'd seen each other the other day and set up a proper date.