TRL

Over the holidays I was out with a friend of mine that I've had about a decade of weird tension with. The kind I think that probably only carries over from being younger because by the time you're older you (a) avoid getting in that situation or (b) act on it rather than prolonging it for years like a stale Canadian indie film [see, and I say this with love, Dakota].

When we split for the night there was this delightful/awkward goodbye that involved two hugs and a handshake and my refusal to acknowledge the situation due to a hearty dose of chemicals on top of some proffered Nicaraguan rum.

And then there was a text message. I have to paraphrase because I deleted it because it looked more incriminating than it should have:

Hey, so I just thought I'd say, you're really hot and I pretty much wanted to kiss you tonight. See you around kid.

Of course, I received this in the throes of sobriety and chose to ignore it for a week before sending a message

So about the text message you may/may not remember, as I got it after I woke up the next day, I overthink things and am trying to not suck at my relationship and therefore elected towards nonresponse. You know.

To which the response was

Sorry. I felt compelled to let you know. It was easier than having it circle my brain all night.

I don't remember exactly what I put (I was a little embarassed the next day and deleted it) but that is how I felt at the time. I am also unsure as to what end result I was looking for. I just needed to clear the thought.

Being a grown up is awesome.
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Right now pictures are coming up for a season I've missed, letting me know who was there. It's amazing because so many of us arrived together, there are so many familiar faces, it all goes on. Today my coworker suggested I better get on it to get my "foot in some doors," like she was really concerned for my career welfare. I laughed and said I already had everything going I wanted.

Pour this one for my homies.