malloreigh

Lately I've been watching a lot of The L Word in my quiet time instead of reading. I kind of appreciate it. It's brain shut-off time. The rest of my hours I'm going so hard, adventuring and learning and working and playing, that sometimes I just need to chill out completely.



My ladies and I have been hanging out constantly. I love it. We'll make group dinners and go for bike rides and hold hands and lie on the grass and drink (or not) and go to the beach. We've been joined at the hip lately.

I love having best friends.



I spent so many years of my life without close friends. It's only recently (within the last couple years) that I've developed close, comfortable friendships with anyone. I had to learn how, and these things take time even when they're easy.

I am happy. I can't deny it.

But I find that, when I'm alone, I catch myself slipping into melancholy. My thoughts drift and suddenly I find it difficult to move, to breathe, to think. (Another reason I've been watching The L Word.)



Still, this is my coming out summer. This is my summer of fun, of being single, carefree, happy. This is my summer of adventure.

I think I let her convince me to skip work on Friday and go on a bike trip to one of the islands. I think I don't even care. I am infatuated with our chemistry. Our swift movements through traffic, crossing paths, catching one another's tailwinds - our matched smiles - our brilliant ideas.



Someone ask me out on a date. Some sweet, adventurous tomboy with a crooked smile and charming eyes. I'll romance you. We'll stay up til the birds start singing, til the sun wakes up if you dare.