Fishing on a First Date– Points for you Dude


I’m going to have to beg off on the blog for tonight for the most part because I am so incredibly tired. I just got home a few minutes ago from a date and I’m pretty wiped out. Yes, I did go through with the dance ritual last night so that prayer is complete and I will probably do that again soon. In fact, next weekend I’m supposed to go to Nashville to see Shana (you remember Shana). It’s Gay Pride in Nashville so that’s the reason we picked next weekend. I do feel like I could stay close to home a little longer before traveling but I also could see a possibility wherein I became a total Garbo here. So I’ll go.

Last night, I danced until 04:45 in the morning. I told you I was going to dance until my body wouldn’t go anymore and I pretty much did. There’s lots of story with that but as I said, it’ll have to wait because I just had to sit up on the edge of the bed to type because I was literally falling asleep typing.

The process continues around my deep, deep grief over losing Mom. It will be important for me to share some of those details with you but tonight I just don’t have the emotional space for it. Suffice it to say I miss her even more than I thought I would and this is very, very hard.

I’ll also talk a little about this date I went on tonight. He is one of the nicest men I have ever met– interesting and wicked smart. We worked in his garden a bit (vegetable, not flower) and then went fishing. Yes, fishing. I caught the first one (pictured) but he was just a tiny rock bass so I let him go free instead of eating him.

Okay, is that good? I have to sleep. Thanks for your indulgence. I promise to show up with more tomorrow. Speaking of which…

See y’all tomorrow.

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