Le Pain Quotdien

Monday afternoon, let's meet at Le Pain Quotdien, he said.
Sounds good. The one on Broadway or 5th?
5th, he said. It's more chic.
We sit down side-by-side.
My favorite is the avocado, but I remember you like meaty, so I suggest the curry chicken, he said.
The waiter arrives and he orders.
And to drink?
Sparkling, please, he said.
I probe him about his life - he's about 15 years my senior, and I figure he has some wisdom to share.
Born in Belgium, educated in France, worked in Vietnam, New York.
Traveled across the U.S., across South America.
Must be a rich guy, someone remarked when I described his adventurous life prior to our meeting.
I eat my chicken curry (and try the avocado he shares with me) as I listen intently.
An incredible life.
But now, he has a six-month-old son and a girlfriend that he lives with.
Do you feel like you're settling down?
A rolling rock grows no moss, he said.
What does that mean?
He explains.
Also - you can't have your cake and eat it too, he said.
I can't remember if he answered my question.
You should read Siddhartha,  he said.
Everyone says that.
We look at each other and I try to imagine him as a 23-year-old.
Beautiful blue eyes, grizzled hair turning dull and gray, a face for camera.
I don't recall noticing any wrinkles (I like them anyway).
He pays.
We leave.
He walks me to 14th Street and says this is where he turns.
We exchange hugs and polite kisses.
And then he kisses me.
Hold on, he said.
He unzips my coat and puts his hands around my waist.
Kisses me again.
I'm flattered but just as I am exhilarated, I'm put off.
What do you feel right now?
Come here, he said.
He pulls me to a corner on 14th Street to kiss me more.
I think about what time it is.
I should get going, I said.
He pulls his cock out.
I gotta go, I said.
Ignored, I receive more kisses.
I'm gonna go, I said, backing away (sideways rather, because we are in a corner).
What do you feel?
I don't know how I feel.