Here and Now

Can't complain about much these days
I believe we'll be ok

Welcome to the weekend. Here's my new favorite Friday night song. I can put money on the fact that it will be my favorite Saturday morning song this week too. I decided to stay in and finish up the two weeks of hell that has been this crazy virus. I managed to go to work this week, so that was an improvement. Hopefully if I lie low this weekend by Monday I'll be back in fighting form. 

I don't have any good stories to regale you with, so I'll just admit I've slipped back into my old habit of dating 28-year-olds. They're never "suits".  They're just fun, happy guys who like to drink beer, stay up too late, dance in the living room, pick you up in the elevator to hold you up over their heads while they kiss you, swoop you up to carry you into the bedroom and love to make out with you right on the street. 

New guy is a ginger, y'all know I love gingers. They all seem to be pretty much interchangeable, it's like dating the same red-headed guy over and over and over again.

It may be because I've been sick for so long, but I'm starting to feel too old for this. Like dating a 28 year old is the same as having a puppy. You never know when they're going to lick your face, bite you or try to hump your leg. But they do have cool jobs (see pic below). I had lunch with 27 today (who is now 28) and he said just wait and see what happens when you get your strength back. He was never a typical 27, he and I have both been through some challenging life circumstances and I think that's why we get each other. 

I've been feeling very optimistic today. I wore my spring coat to lunch for the first time, it wasn't actually freezing out and I can almost imagine the smell of fresh cut grass, that first cold beer on a patio in the sunshine, wearing little summer dresses, taking the ferry to the island and reading a book in the park, getting back out on the yacht in the sun. Where we are right now is not all that bad. We're so close to where we want to be. :)

Right now, there is only one man I'm dying to see - my secret life friend - and he'll be home in a few days. Maybe that's why I feel the the entire season is changing for the better, out of the lonely cold and back into the warm, loving light. Can't wait to crack a bottle of Jameson and tell each other all our stories of this time we've been apart. 

Reporting live from "here and now", 

Sullivan out.