irl

Single 25 months...

subordinate at work works big intelligent brown eyes, seems like she doesn't mind talking to me. 

(I don't have to tell yous the rarity of these circumstances)

been single for 30 months...yep, still haven't put it out there in person. egh...2 bad internet dates. 

Brown Eyes puts in two weeks. 

fuck dudes, been smoking a lot, working out again, epidermis still imperfect. loins cry out for redemption.  weigh the odds, desire, and required audaciousness.

I'm going in.

details and rehearsal torment. 

Last day.  In the morning she invites to a going away lunch with an awkward group.  After.  Ask for a half lap around the building.  yous know, to close up shop. 

1/4 of the distance, business is over...

"So, I'd be a little disappointed if I never saw you again, here's my number, give me a call if you want, if not that's cool too"

"Do you mean a date, or friends."

"Heugh! that is totally up to."

"Well Shadow's Whisper, I'm a lesbian."

my reclaimed purity remains intact.