|Not easy: dating, or Tupperware management.|
But then we started finishing each other's sentences and bantering back and forth about articles and I was having a blast! Imagine that.
|Fun, except with that old-fashioned talking thing.|
You know how when you have a first date and it's so amazing you can't wait to get home and tell someone? Yeah, me either. Because that almost NEVER happens. When it does, it's usually an encounter with a mirage, a hopeful sighting of fool's gold. But that happened this time.
He kissed me politely as we parted, then looked long and hard in my eyes and said, "Yep."
I started laughing. Somehow it was perfect.
In other news, something else shifted with the Cyclist, and we had maybe the most honest talk ever (mostly me thinking out loud about where I've been the past few years). I realized I could admit where I'd been about him and now that reality was clear, realizing he knew. He always knew. I was never transparent.
|I took a chill pill|