Florida Sunshine

So I got back from a week in Florida last night. Was an interesting time. Happily, I stayed with #5, who commented on the fact that I seem happier and healthier than I have been the last few times he's seen me. And, well, we did have some fun... but he was more distant than he has been. At first. After last time, I think one of our mutual friends must have tipped him off to how obvious certain things about his body language were. He had a very... studied way of acting toward me, at first. As my trip wore on, he slipped back into his old body language: rubbing my knee in the car, pulling me close to him on the couch, holding me as we slept, leaning toward me and mirroring my body language at meals. All very indicative body language. It's time. Time to say good bye. The very thought of it makes me want to cry. But it's what I have to do. In order to reach Happy and Healthy, I can't continue to give him love, not if it will be unreturned. I will tell him that I wish he would give us one more chance, that I think it's one we deserve, but that I am a realist, so good bye. Don't ask me how I'll do this without breaking down in front of him, but I have to. I have to.


Friday #5 and I went for Lollicup, then (as is our habit) went to Bad Apple Comics next door for a while, then hit Barnes and Noble. Once in B&N, we went our separate ways, wondering about the store. I was hit on by three different strangers... it made me smile, like a lot. Especially the guy who asked me why I was so beautiful (#22). I've been hit on enough that it doesn't usually make me blush, but this guy succeeded in making me blush. #23 and #24 weren't nearly as fun of memories, they were very... average. But at least #22 will stay in my memory. Saturday night went drinking with #5, met up with an old friend... #25. He walked up and grabbed my butt by way of a greeting. I love him. #5 started a tab and told me to get whatever I want to drink on the tab. Which, well, that's nice enough as it is. When I got up to go get myself my second drink, I was intercepted by a man at the bar, who bought me a shot. Love my life.


On an unhealthy note, my night shirt smells like #5, it makes me happy.