At the moment, I am sitting on my bed, listening to jazz, waiting for a beautiful woman whom I have never met to come by and bring me some boxes for my move. It is likely that she also has other intentions.
We met on Facebook about a month ago. I joined this creative housing group as I was trying to figure out my living situation. We talked very briefly about being roommates, but the timing didn't work out. I kind of forgot about her.
But then a couple of weeks ago, she hits me up and tells me that she enjoys my writing and was curious if I'd like to go on a date with her sometime.
This woman is pretty stunning, curvy with a kind of rock-a-billy pin-up vibe. She is also a real go-getter and seems like a total bearcat (which is a slang term from the 1920s for a strong and fiery woman).
Tonight is the first night we have been able to get together. We were going to meet for dinner, but today she said that he had some boxes from her recent move and she might as well just bring them directly to my place.
I feel like tonight is going to go well.
But it's fine if it is just free boxes too.
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I got a tattoo a few hours ago. It's on my wrist and I keep bumping it against the computer and it hurts like hell.
The tattoo is just text. It reads:
No Guru
No Method
No Teacher
Because shit, you are responsible for what you believe alone. Work out your own salvation. Teach yourself enlightenment.
It also turns out to be Van Morrison lyrics. But I didn't know that. Now I have Van Morrison lyrics tattooed on my wrist.
But I still like it.
Hope it doesn't hinder any sex I may or may not be having tonight.
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A few minutes ago, I got a text from this guy saying that I can stay with him when I am in California.
He then told me that I played a direct part in him coming out as bisexual and that he and his wife are "eternally grateful."
That's crazy. I kind of forget that people actually read my writing, but tonight I am having two interactions with people who have been affected by it.
And that's a surreal experience.
It feels pretty cool.
But I still don't trust it.
Nonetheless, I hope I get to make out with someone tonight.
She just called. She is six minutes away.
Let's see what happens.
9:07 p.m. - 2017-12-18
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