A Fine Failure in Open Diary 2001-2018 (Pre-Prosebox)

So. The experiment from the other night? I would normally say it failed miserably because it didn’t turn out the way I expected it to (in fact, ended in something that could have been disastrous). But even though there was a complete twist in the plot, I’m pleased with the outcome because Grrrr and I both gained a little more understanding of each other. I don’t want to get into the details. I’m just fine. Better, even.

Again, vague? Sure, I suppose. I guess I could document the bloody gore, but does it really matter? It’s the same old stuff. We’re both scared because we’re taking this HUGE step and we both have the right to work through our ‘shuz for as long as it takes. I still say it’s because we’re older and don’t have that blissful naiveté working for us.

But on the flip side, I’m going to tell you the story in the next entry. Because each time I do, I get giddier and giddier. I laugh and I have a smile on my face as big as Texas (queer, I know, but true!)—and that’s taken me off guard because I’ve been trying to be so low key about this engagement. I tell you…if you REALLY let yourself enjoy something, sometimes you amaze yourself. Even LOVE yourself!!

Ready? Wheeeeeeee!!!!!