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It was an interesting day for networking:
{And I only say interesting as if it's different because it is different from my daily routine. I have always been quite the hidden one, so when I find myself talking to multiple people I know in one day, I find it a pleasant and interesting exploration into the psyche of my "outgoing" persona I somehow have the ability to put on when aroused.}
Tarek came into the store again after a few awkward run-ins and conversations with Noelle and stayed for about an hour. She made fun of me when he left, now that she knows there's a clear flirtation occurring there on both of our parts. Then riled up Brian for a few minutes at the theater after work. He called me on Christmas Eve to wish me good tidings and to reminisce about a few of our in-jokes when I worked at the theater. Then I stepped into the pool hall after a short stint of absence. Mark said he liked my dress and I blushed since yeah, hey, I thought of him when I bought it (!). He told me I should be a pin-up model which is a fucking LIE but goddamn it felt so fucking great to hear. I saved myself from puking aesthetic orgasmzzz all over his face. Good god man, could I love you even more? I don't know what it is about the flamboyant dudes, but I find them irresistible.
Having only about 10 numbers in my phone is such a relief! I rarely feel the need to look at my phone now. Detachment can be such a beautiful thing. I need to work on my psychic communication more, anyway.
I have caught myself dancing more than usual. Like, a lot. Which is nothing short of wonderful, since my past is so ridden with uptight neuroses, et al. This is the year of the BODY and the 4, which I'm finding to be far more fluid than I had imagined previously. I forget I was a dancer for a moment as a child, and somehow that made little impression on the memories of the developing mind over the years in my life, though it's something I've always prized as an envious trait. I'm unwinding, finally, in a molasses-moving web and it feels like a huge spiritual massage. Open up, I'm coming IN.
{Time is the same in a relative way.}
{And I only say interesting as if it's different because it is different from my daily routine. I have always been quite the hidden one, so when I find myself talking to multiple people I know in one day, I find it a pleasant and interesting exploration into the psyche of my "outgoing" persona I somehow have the ability to put on when aroused.}
Tarek came into the store again after a few awkward run-ins and conversations with Noelle and stayed for about an hour. She made fun of me when he left, now that she knows there's a clear flirtation occurring there on both of our parts. Then riled up Brian for a few minutes at the theater after work. He called me on Christmas Eve to wish me good tidings and to reminisce about a few of our in-jokes when I worked at the theater. Then I stepped into the pool hall after a short stint of absence. Mark said he liked my dress and I blushed since yeah, hey, I thought of him when I bought it (!). He told me I should be a pin-up model which is a fucking LIE but goddamn it felt so fucking great to hear. I saved myself from puking aesthetic orgasmzzz all over his face. Good god man, could I love you even more? I don't know what it is about the flamboyant dudes, but I find them irresistible.
Having only about 10 numbers in my phone is such a relief! I rarely feel the need to look at my phone now. Detachment can be such a beautiful thing. I need to work on my psychic communication more, anyway.
I have caught myself dancing more than usual. Like, a lot. Which is nothing short of wonderful, since my past is so ridden with uptight neuroses, et al. This is the year of the BODY and the 4, which I'm finding to be far more fluid than I had imagined previously. I forget I was a dancer for a moment as a child, and somehow that made little impression on the memories of the developing mind over the years in my life, though it's something I've always prized as an envious trait. I'm unwinding, finally, in a molasses-moving web and it feels like a huge spiritual massage. Open up, I'm coming IN.
{Time is the same in a relative way.}