My last post was written in the ~ ~ blueberry haze ~ ~.
I’ve been easing into the day and thinking about how lucky I am.
(Um, except in “the sack”.)
I guess I never really realized what dating was like. Back in Michigan, everybody knows everybody. If you go out with someone more than once, he/she is your boyfriend/girlfriend. If I were in Michigan, I would have thought that Jake and I were maybe ‘talking’, to parse school day relationship classification. But Jake was also talking to Sophi. And then Krissie started talking to him! There is no claim!
I think back to harsh times of yore, ye olde Philly college era and shudder. If I even laid eyes on a fellow who had been laid claim to by certain other personalities, my ass was grass.
In this case, my two girl friends, whom I adore (and who may be reading this) and I all had eyes on the same guy. And he had eyes for us. All of us. In this case, I feel we all had a fair shot, and someone made a move. Well. Two people made moves. But one out of the three girls made a move. And one gal brought it home. 😉
I am just very glad to not have to live in fear that I may be beaten up because a flirtatious fella and I shared a wink in the presence of a paramour.
All I gotta say is… I woke up from my blueberry-b.-induced NAP, hearing Krissie and Jake rail away as I gently closed the painted red candy store door behind me. I rode my BMX home at dawn in my same electric blue lace tank and sandals, thinking that I am just glad Sophi and will be able to laugh about this together…
deux mille six 