Seventh Heaven

Drinkin' bottled water...replenishing what this heated valley has taken from me as I've just sat in front of this computer and written e-mails.

The second date was intense. Coming off my high from tabling for DanceSafe on the street corner in West Hollywood, we met up in Chino Hills around 2:30am and took our rolls at 3am. I'd never specifically done that with one other person before. It truly is amazing the openness that is shared....but in addition to that for me, it showed me that I'm gravitating again toward the same pattern in my life.

He's sweet. I see that in him. He's caught up in so many woven intricacies that go against my "No Drama" belief. I sense a history too....but no one's past is solely open for deciding my feelings about them. A past is a story of how you got to today; not necessarily of which road you will take tomorrow.

Slow...slow...the brakes on my car are not the only thing that don't work well. I've never been one for patience here and age has not produced any wisdom here.

I think it's time to start helping mother move.

I think it's time for me to move.

Move.

j.r.me