Last night was a lovefest among friends and colleagues that went on until seven in the morning. Homecomings, goodbyes, all in the same breath. I genuinely liked a lot of people in the room and have an interesting habit of expressing this affection while drunk. We watched everything go down and danced forever.
I am still close friends with everyone I've been involved with from that circle except for the Ex, and all of them hugged me last night even though we've gone separate directions. I was in a short comedy skit last night and lampooned myself for the sheer number of people in the room I'd kissed, knowing laughter rippled through a community that knows and doesn't care. I have a certain intimacy with all of them that came about from the strange blurring of friends and more than friends. I saw TE slipping out the back with a girl who's just his type and gave him a wink. CE bought me a drink and threw his arm around my shoulder, I wonder how long until he's engaged. But it's easily KM I have the most in common with.
Both of us made choices to be closer to our aging grandparents, are dating 'catches' that we struggle to figure out how we feel about, and achieve far beyond what people write us off for -- assuming our social lives belie a kind of professional wasteland. To him, I tell the truth. About him, I know the truth.
He sobered me up with a glass of water, and kissed me goodnight.
We fall in love with people who are nothing like us.
We have to.
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