Yes, yes, I am indeed alive.
Ohmyyes, i am alive.
The weekend was amazing. I arrived Friday night, and we went to get burgers and then coffee, and the three of us (Loba, ZC, and me) started a conversation that lasted through the whole weekend. We talked about ZC moving here, about love, about pasts, about everything that was important to us. I managed to see a lot of the different places that ZC has mentioned to me, and I have to agree that Beaner's is really incredibly wonderful. Mmmm. Good coffee.
I got cuddled, scritched and rubbed; physical contact was wonderful and endless. I had forgotten how nice it was to be surrounded by people who are extremely affectionate, and I'd forgotten that I can be very affectionate myself when i feel like it. I also did some theraputic touch on both of them, and it worked better than i really expected. (Maybe i know what i'm doing after all!)
Tensions came up, but we talked about them or rubbed them out of one another. I did what balancing i could, and it all turned out well in the end.
And, yes, my hopes were answered beyond my wildest dreams. I now have a girlfriend! *bouncebouncebouncebounce* Loba is everything she seemed to be online and more. Cute, funny, smart, and beautifully sane. Yes, it's a long-distance relationship, but since there's no assumption of monogamy on either of our parts, that's not going to be much of a problem.
i do miss her, but it's a sort of happy missing at the moment, memories surrounding me with warm fuzzy blankets. So far, i'm not really stressing about anything; we both have our lives and our own work, and it remains to be seen what happens from here on out.
this grownup thing is a lot of fun, sometimes. :)
There's another take on the weekend over here.
From the velevet notebook:instructions for low self esteem days
I know you.
You talk an awful lot like me
but your face says things
like ugly and fat
and slovenly and stupid.
I don't like you very much.
I think i will throw you in the river.I know you.
Your hands look a lot like mine
but they do ugly things.
Like scraping and scratching
and hitting. And building walls.
I don't like you very much.
I think I will drop you from the bridge.I know you.
Your feet feel like mine
but they carry me places
I don't want to go.
like down to hell and into sleazy bars.
I don't like you at all.
I think i will make a hatrack out of you
and give you to someone
I don't like very much.I know you.
You look an awful lot like me, but
your mouth is full of beauty
your hands pet me gently
your feet take my to parks and seashores.
you are my field full of wheat,
my gibbous moon, my bullet train.
I like you very much indeed.
I think i will sleep beside you,
sneak into all of your basements,
learn how to wear you, lovely new skin.—ksf, 9/8/99
Best reason ever for being late to work:There was a half-naked, fire-breathing woman perched on the top of a high-voltage tower near the Ship Canal bridge, which brought traffic to a standstill and cut power to 5,000 people.
(Seattle: our traffic jams are cooler than your traffic jams.)
how goes the war?
We have won a major skirmish and I think we have a tactical advantage over the enemy we've been trying to get for years. We have also siezed the enemy's crab rangoon supply and distributed it among the troops.
