DREAM: We’re moving from our current address in Chanticleer to another place (don’t know why). Our new address is the number 1412. We’re settling in and moving stuff around. The parking lot’s asphalt is a distinct black. We’re excited because the basketball courts are literally right next to the parking lot. There’s already kids shooting up hoops. I run over and grab a ball attempting to shoot a few but with failure—the ball is unusually big and keeps getting wet. This kid plays a good defense—feeling a little hostility.

Somewhere around 12:30 p.m. we wake up. Her body heat makes me want to stay here all day. Sex—three times a charm (since last night). She wants me to shower with her but instead I just watch. She’s proud of her choice in body wash and it’s scent...“Get in. You can smell like me!”

We decide to get some brunch at Doc Taylor’s...The Left Side: Scrambled Eggs, Bacon, and French Toast. Orange Juice and Mimosas. We sit next to each other. I wrap my arms around her...

Me: “Do you think it’s weird that we’re acting like boyfriend and girlfriend for just this 24 hours?”

Her: “Yeah...it makes me sad...but I like it too.”


Afterwards, she joins me on my errand runs—the bank—Kroger—Trader Joe’s. Before she heads off to work I stand by her car—taking a snapshot of this image with my cell phone—endearing and passionate hugs—a kiss on the lips a few times. From here on out it’s non-contact except for the occasional run-ins at social events.

I’m going to miss you.

It’s scary. But I trust the heart. I trust time. I trust the right thing will happen at the right moment. For now, let me be on my own. Let me breathe this solo sexless air. Our love. Could win. Another time.

I love you.

Grilled Cheese with Tomato. Potato Chip Trio. Honey Green Tea.

Recording at the storage unit.

Stephanie calls me right at 11:11 just to tell me its 11:11 and to plan some Vaginasaurs business.

This causes an endless laughter in the house...footage from the other night...

Cherrios with Brown Sugar.

It’s National Novel Writing Month...


Organizing. Relooking past experiences on the blog.

Watching Fallen [1998].

Sleep around 4 a.m.

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