Holding Back The Tears

Yesterday I was in New Orleans for my job and this morning when I left I toured the eastern part of the city. It is still a mess. The clean up crew hasn't even put a dent in it. In my area, it is still flooded. I am pretty sure that I will not be able to salvage anything considering it is still sitting under water. I was so distraught looking at my neighborhood that I became upset. I wasn't in the mood for crying. I only wanted to know why and how long this would take. The only good thing about my time in New Orleans was conversations I had with one of New Yorks finest. His name is Burt and he is a 40 year old Puerto Rican attractive man. I did not pry into his personal life considering he lives in New York. He and I have so many things in common I was kind of surprised. As long as he and I were on shifts together, all we did was talk to each other not really doing our respective jobs. He invited me to come to New York of course. I have never been and have always wanted to go. However, I am not making plans to fly out there just to see him. I am sure he is either married or dating. It would be hard to believe he is single. If I were in New York, I think I might be interested. He was so attractive. Perfect height and weight. He may be going back to New York next week. Maybe I will see him before he leaves. He wants to exchange email addresses to keep in touch. I might do it. What harm would it bring....