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Seth called me a little bit ago to thank me for the last few nights. He said, "I'm so glad you're a part of my life again," and he called me things like "wonderful" and "intelligent." That made me happy.
Last night, he also said I had a nice rack. Clearly that's more important.
I really enjoyed my time with Seth. I feel like we're closer than we've been for a long, long time. Granted, there have been gaps in our hanging out, but we were also friends for strands of months and years here and there. I just feel as though this time it's different. We're both a little more mature. We have more brains. We're more experienced with people. There's no Jess with involved.
I spent today with Gabrielle. That was excellent. She came down to Court House and we met at Acme, where she proceeded to place a discarded Coors Light box on top of a van belonging to the people who she spied throwing it on the ground earlier. Then we drove to the beach. Stone Harbor, strangely enough. We walked from the Point all the way down to where it curved back around and back. Since there was nothing else to do, I drove her to the cabin I want to own someday (own, not buy). It was really spooky, even during the daytime. I have to take a picture of it one day. There was a little Villas girl in the way and I heard myself say "let's steal that little girl." About three or four more times during the afternoon/evening, we pondered stealing various children.
We drove through the Villas and into North Cape May to pick up wine. On our way into the liquor store, Ryan Bloom called my name. His hair's all gone because he's looking for a cop job. Heh. I introduced them and we went to buy alcohol. (Not that my writing style is usually thrilling, but geez, when I'm tired....) Anyway, the point is Gab got to meet Ryan and Luke, and had to meet Jeanine. Luke came out for a cigarette with us and we talked for about 20-30 minutes. I dug the way our mini chill time went. I got stupid though, and at many points during the conversation wanted to say "Gosh, Luke, your eyes are ridiculous and gorgeous." I can't help it. They're fucking huge and all greeny-brown n'earth-toned nstuff. It was fun. I do miss that lad. He's getting sad and... I wanna do stuff about it. I need to call him more often--err.. I need to call him.
After our rendezvous with the RadioShack crew, we went to Cape May and, after finding a bathroom for Gab to use, found and sat in on the beginning part of a philharmonic accordion orchestra concert. I'm not sure, but I think we snuck in accidentally. Soon enough, the thrill of being at an accordion concert subsided, and went out to the beach to drink some wine. We talked a lot about what I study and why/how it freaks me out/makes me drink. I really enjoyed the conversation. She told me I need to come out to San Fransisco for a while and be happy for a bit. That made me smile nstuff.
She made me another cd. I have to make one in return, but I'm so bad at that with her for some reason. I get nervous or something about the playlist not being lovely enough. One day... Oh. She also gave me another cd and a movie she wants me to watch. Awesome. She and I are going to the Silver Mt. Zion show at the church. I'm very excited about this. We also made plans to spend more time up in Philadelphia now that I don't hate it so much. She told me she never asked me to go up there because of how much I stressed loathing that place.
I don't know if perhaps we're just settling into each other or this is just part of some greater, personal, okay-with-social-interaction feature I've somehow tweaked, but today with Gabrielle felt lovely, especially towards the end, and with Seth last night... and the night before... and the night before also felt right.
Tomorrow, my chiropractor appointment will feel right.
...I really can't believe I bloody danced with Seth. Actually, tonight when I was talking with a young lad, it crossed my mind that the last time I got really drunk and started dancing was also with Seth, in Trinidad, at an open-bar yacht club party. My skirt fell off and he and I were both thrown onto the ground by our own blood alcohol content, laughing, as the locals just grinned at us in the "awww, well would you look at the drunk white kids" kind of way. And, the last time I went skinny dipping was also with Seth, also in Trinidad, at the pirate beach. Seth was also the first and only person I've ever gone on an actual "date" with.
Michael's funny. He treats me like I'm made of flowers.
My cat is telling me it's time to go to bed, so, I leave you with this.
Last night, he also said I had a nice rack. Clearly that's more important.
I really enjoyed my time with Seth. I feel like we're closer than we've been for a long, long time. Granted, there have been gaps in our hanging out, but we were also friends for strands of months and years here and there. I just feel as though this time it's different. We're both a little more mature. We have more brains. We're more experienced with people. There's no Jess with involved.
I spent today with Gabrielle. That was excellent. She came down to Court House and we met at Acme, where she proceeded to place a discarded Coors Light box on top of a van belonging to the people who she spied throwing it on the ground earlier. Then we drove to the beach. Stone Harbor, strangely enough. We walked from the Point all the way down to where it curved back around and back. Since there was nothing else to do, I drove her to the cabin I want to own someday (own, not buy). It was really spooky, even during the daytime. I have to take a picture of it one day. There was a little Villas girl in the way and I heard myself say "let's steal that little girl." About three or four more times during the afternoon/evening, we pondered stealing various children.
We drove through the Villas and into North Cape May to pick up wine. On our way into the liquor store, Ryan Bloom called my name. His hair's all gone because he's looking for a cop job. Heh. I introduced them and we went to buy alcohol. (Not that my writing style is usually thrilling, but geez, when I'm tired....) Anyway, the point is Gab got to meet Ryan and Luke, and had to meet Jeanine. Luke came out for a cigarette with us and we talked for about 20-30 minutes. I dug the way our mini chill time went. I got stupid though, and at many points during the conversation wanted to say "Gosh, Luke, your eyes are ridiculous and gorgeous." I can't help it. They're fucking huge and all greeny-brown n'earth-toned nstuff. It was fun. I do miss that lad. He's getting sad and... I wanna do stuff about it. I need to call him more often--err.. I need to call him.
After our rendezvous with the RadioShack crew, we went to Cape May and, after finding a bathroom for Gab to use, found and sat in on the beginning part of a philharmonic accordion orchestra concert. I'm not sure, but I think we snuck in accidentally. Soon enough, the thrill of being at an accordion concert subsided, and went out to the beach to drink some wine. We talked a lot about what I study and why/how it freaks me out/makes me drink. I really enjoyed the conversation. She told me I need to come out to San Fransisco for a while and be happy for a bit. That made me smile nstuff.
She made me another cd. I have to make one in return, but I'm so bad at that with her for some reason. I get nervous or something about the playlist not being lovely enough. One day... Oh. She also gave me another cd and a movie she wants me to watch. Awesome. She and I are going to the Silver Mt. Zion show at the church. I'm very excited about this. We also made plans to spend more time up in Philadelphia now that I don't hate it so much. She told me she never asked me to go up there because of how much I stressed loathing that place.
I don't know if perhaps we're just settling into each other or this is just part of some greater, personal, okay-with-social-interaction feature I've somehow tweaked, but today with Gabrielle felt lovely, especially towards the end, and with Seth last night... and the night before... and the night before also felt right.
Tomorrow, my chiropractor appointment will feel right.
...I really can't believe I bloody danced with Seth. Actually, tonight when I was talking with a young lad, it crossed my mind that the last time I got really drunk and started dancing was also with Seth, in Trinidad, at an open-bar yacht club party. My skirt fell off and he and I were both thrown onto the ground by our own blood alcohol content, laughing, as the locals just grinned at us in the "awww, well would you look at the drunk white kids" kind of way. And, the last time I went skinny dipping was also with Seth, also in Trinidad, at the pirate beach. Seth was also the first and only person I've ever gone on an actual "date" with.
Michael's funny. He treats me like I'm made of flowers.
My cat is telling me it's time to go to bed, so, I leave you with this.