Could it be so long ago?
Could it be so long ago? I remember there being a very nice scene the night before the BR volunteer party, and I remember a surprisingly intense and connected pickup scene late that night of the volunteer party (almost all had left by the time I got there after the night's dance.)
I'd been struck by how much I wanted pain, how much I was enjoying it, how tiring I was being to the top.
What happened that first night? Wait, wasn't that a Thursday? Where'd the Friday go? That Thursday started at his and ended up at home. No, a search of email tells me that it was indeed Friday. I took Metro to work that morning, so I wouldn't have a car to worry about. I had time with eyes closed. What else?
Memory. It's a collaborative effort. Or requires less than a 3 week wait.
But the searching back brought some more memories, and now I remember why there's something blue with sailboats on it in my purse.
More memories to be made. Perhaps this weekend will include suspension around all the dance. Maybe.
I'd been struck by how much I wanted pain, how much I was enjoying it, how tiring I was being to the top.
What happened that first night? Wait, wasn't that a Thursday? Where'd the Friday go? That Thursday started at his and ended up at home. No, a search of email tells me that it was indeed Friday. I took Metro to work that morning, so I wouldn't have a car to worry about. I had time with eyes closed. What else?
Memory. It's a collaborative effort. Or requires less than a 3 week wait.
But the searching back brought some more memories, and now I remember why there's something blue with sailboats on it in my purse.
More memories to be made. Perhaps this weekend will include suspension around all the dance. Maybe.