And now for something completely different.
I'm not single. While, throughout my history this has never been life shattering news, it's certainly different this time around. For one, it's a girl. Yet, this has happened before. for two, she lacks the usual girl drama crazy. THAT'S different. And she's bi. I have witnessed this. And she's a fur. And she's HOT.
What sort of planet alignment happened where all these things culminated, combined, and I happened to be at the right place at the right time to meet this amazing person? I mean physical attributes aside, she's amazing. And I hate it when my friends go on about how awesome their girl is, but bear with me a second. She's more of a tomboy. She dislikes girly things, usually. She recognizes the time to cuddle up for a movie, and not to cuddle when you're on the edge of your seat shut up it's getting good. She's amazing sensual, and values many things about the world we live in sans human achievements that I do. Interpersonal drama? Not interested.
So this is different. It's great. I never feel pressured, there's no pre-expected expectations. There's financial stability and independence between the both of us. She has her own car. (funny, the girls I've dated always had their own car... not the guys) Physical of emotional neediness? Sure. But no more than I can give, and no more than I can take. No pressure.
We click on so many levels it's like having a badass friend and romance rolled into one. And she has kids... two in fact. But they're not so much an issue, not yet anyway. She makes time for me and doesn't ask me to get involved... which is very mature I suppose? So yeah. "-And all that you wanted was a good man. Alright.-"
Mulling over my own situation has been... interesting. My friend Josh and I need to start spending some serious time together. He's starting to yearn for more in the same ways I am in regards to energy of the world and a greater, comprehensive understanding of it all. He needs answers I can't give but I want to know. All he and I know is when the west is calling, we have to go. Or when my company sends me out through Montana and down back through The Wilds (I-80, Wyoming. Of course it would be nice if my trailer's suspension didn't break. I realize in jury rigging it today to get to a place I could potentially get it fixed I could have killed myself if one of the air bags exploded. That's fun. I'll be more careful and clever tomorrow. About to turn 31. Okay. Still got long hair. Growing a moustache for the first time EVER just to know what it looks like. So far I can't decide if it's more like Fidel Castro or Groucho Marx. For science... it's definately not trailer trash grade, more like weapons grade. Good to know.
Oh, somethin's gonna change this summer. I can feel it. I don't know what, but it's almost palpable. Direction, location, physicality... who knows. But something's going to change. Something's going to start.
I'm strangely comfortable with it.
What sort of planet alignment happened where all these things culminated, combined, and I happened to be at the right place at the right time to meet this amazing person? I mean physical attributes aside, she's amazing. And I hate it when my friends go on about how awesome their girl is, but bear with me a second. She's more of a tomboy. She dislikes girly things, usually. She recognizes the time to cuddle up for a movie, and not to cuddle when you're on the edge of your seat shut up it's getting good. She's amazing sensual, and values many things about the world we live in sans human achievements that I do. Interpersonal drama? Not interested.
So this is different. It's great. I never feel pressured, there's no pre-expected expectations. There's financial stability and independence between the both of us. She has her own car. (funny, the girls I've dated always had their own car... not the guys) Physical of emotional neediness? Sure. But no more than I can give, and no more than I can take. No pressure.
We click on so many levels it's like having a badass friend and romance rolled into one. And she has kids... two in fact. But they're not so much an issue, not yet anyway. She makes time for me and doesn't ask me to get involved... which is very mature I suppose? So yeah. "-And all that you wanted was a good man. Alright.-"
Mulling over my own situation has been... interesting. My friend Josh and I need to start spending some serious time together. He's starting to yearn for more in the same ways I am in regards to energy of the world and a greater, comprehensive understanding of it all. He needs answers I can't give but I want to know. All he and I know is when the west is calling, we have to go. Or when my company sends me out through Montana and down back through The Wilds (I-80, Wyoming. Of course it would be nice if my trailer's suspension didn't break. I realize in jury rigging it today to get to a place I could potentially get it fixed I could have killed myself if one of the air bags exploded. That's fun. I'll be more careful and clever tomorrow. About to turn 31. Okay. Still got long hair. Growing a moustache for the first time EVER just to know what it looks like. So far I can't decide if it's more like Fidel Castro or Groucho Marx. For science... it's definately not trailer trash grade, more like weapons grade. Good to know.
Oh, somethin's gonna change this summer. I can feel it. I don't know what, but it's almost palpable. Direction, location, physicality... who knows. But something's going to change. Something's going to start.
I'm strangely comfortable with it.