Sunday, February 20, 2011
Friday, February 18, 2011
Wednesday, February 16, 2011
Plus, I’m 48, I’m single, I’m unemployed and I don’t have a dog. Pretty much rock bottom.
My rock bottom is comparatively pretty shiny. I live in Manhattan, have a rent-stabilized apartment, a membership to New York Sports Club (where I can watch 80s Pop video) and I’m not going to go hungry any time soon. But once I realized I was deep in the dirt, I decided to slow on down and pick away at the nuggets for a while.
And when I took my foot off the pedal, I found Rusty again. It always happens just when I need it.
Wednesday, February 9, 2011
You and I were together at some sort of prep school campus, on warm afternoons and evenings, or it may have been your family's lushly manicured estate. We were hanging out, and I had the sense that we'd been hanging out all summer, lazily, playing lawn games and reading poolside. Your brother, JB, was there a lot, too. Well, it was fun and it became flirtatious, gradually, and we were falling in love, big time. We didn't even kiss in the dream, but we were tilting joyously closer, each time we did something. We teased and chased and hugged. And JB was psyched about it!
Then I woke up. And I felt so happy.
Strange under any circumstances. Given that we've never actually met, quite strange. Queer.