Here we go again.
My life...
I am a paid writer for a major nationally syndicated publication.
I am a writer for Dark Horse Comics as well.
I am working as an Office Coordinator for the V.A. Hospital here. My income from that job is tax free because my father is a 'Fallen Soldier.'
I work out every day.
I am attending classes to fill time and refresh myself of the school routine. I am even taking a math class.
I am learning a fourth language. That is Hebrew.
I have been accepted to NYU for the Fall for a Master's in Creative Writing program. I may or may not attend.
It's been a good two years, I think I've taken an adequate break to re-examine myself, put myself back together and step away from men.
He is all wrong for me.
He's a 33 year old, 6'6 ginger colored, Liberal, Vegetarian, High school Social Studies and Economics teacher in Portland. Unfortunately, since the Portland Ed crunch, he's taken a job as an Investment Banker at Morgan Stanley- which pays more, but he hates from the core of him.
He's a stained glass artist. He makes some of the most beautiful stained glass I've ever seen. Tedious planning and detail perfection sticks him in a 'work room' of his house off Hawthorne that used to be an aviary.
I've been seeing him for two months. Nights spent cooking together, chopping produce over conversation and wine. Words come easily between the two of us, despite the massive differences between us.
This one's all been done right. He met me, observed me, and asked me out. Our first date was over a nice dinner at his place that he cooked for me. Movies, conversation, Manichewitz. Our second date was in the heart of Portland. Coffee and chocolate, Powell's books, and cocktails at Olive or Twist. He's taken me to nice places to eat. We've cooked together in pajamas. He's taken me to the symphony, and we've shit talked each other over games of pool in dive bars.
Parties. Private nights. Friends introduced, both sides approving.
Family will be introduced next... If we make it that far.
He's all wrong for me. But so far, it works.
Maybe trying something different isn't such a bad idea, seeing as how my tastes thus far haven't exactly worked.
I'm falling again.
And though part of me is a little worried- It just kind of feels right.
I am a paid writer for a major nationally syndicated publication.
I am a writer for Dark Horse Comics as well.
I am working as an Office Coordinator for the V.A. Hospital here. My income from that job is tax free because my father is a 'Fallen Soldier.'
I work out every day.
I am attending classes to fill time and refresh myself of the school routine. I am even taking a math class.
I am learning a fourth language. That is Hebrew.
I have been accepted to NYU for the Fall for a Master's in Creative Writing program. I may or may not attend.
It's been a good two years, I think I've taken an adequate break to re-examine myself, put myself back together and step away from men.
He is all wrong for me.
He's a 33 year old, 6'6 ginger colored, Liberal, Vegetarian, High school Social Studies and Economics teacher in Portland. Unfortunately, since the Portland Ed crunch, he's taken a job as an Investment Banker at Morgan Stanley- which pays more, but he hates from the core of him.
He's a stained glass artist. He makes some of the most beautiful stained glass I've ever seen. Tedious planning and detail perfection sticks him in a 'work room' of his house off Hawthorne that used to be an aviary.
I've been seeing him for two months. Nights spent cooking together, chopping produce over conversation and wine. Words come easily between the two of us, despite the massive differences between us.
This one's all been done right. He met me, observed me, and asked me out. Our first date was over a nice dinner at his place that he cooked for me. Movies, conversation, Manichewitz. Our second date was in the heart of Portland. Coffee and chocolate, Powell's books, and cocktails at Olive or Twist. He's taken me to nice places to eat. We've cooked together in pajamas. He's taken me to the symphony, and we've shit talked each other over games of pool in dive bars.
Parties. Private nights. Friends introduced, both sides approving.
Family will be introduced next... If we make it that far.
He's all wrong for me. But so far, it works.
Maybe trying something different isn't such a bad idea, seeing as how my tastes thus far haven't exactly worked.
I'm falling again.
And though part of me is a little worried- It just kind of feels right.