I just got another "thank you, but we're going another direction" e-mail. I guess I'm more depressed than I thought about not working.
I haven't been writing, here or anywhere, despite a surge in creativity right after I was let go. I haven't been taking photos or working out.
All I've wanted to do is watch baseball games, read and drink iced tea. I've even been neglecting movies.
Three of my best friends (male) have run away to the Pacific Northwest, though I was only ever involved with the first one, it was the most recent one to leave who made me feel like my heart was breaking. Too much all at once.
Fortunately I heal fast, and there's a new man, whom I have vaguely known for about 20 years, whom I am feeling some interest in. I think the morning I woke up from a dream about him has made me consider him while I'm awake. He seems nice and even my protective male friends who know him only have good things to say when I swing the conversation that way. ie "I had coffee with W. today. He seems nice" And then I hear a story confirming that he is.
I think I'll ask him to a dollar movie. That's the date I can afford.
No more young wild men, just men who were young and wild and have let time and experience temper their personalities.
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