The fling has commenced.
There has since been some discussion (unresolved) of the exact duration and composition of “a fling”, but boy howdy something has come into existence that was not there before.
I shall leave the details up to your imagination, but I suspect your imagination and our actual experience will be basically commensurate. I can say that once decided on, we were unable to restrain ourselves to the appointed timeframe and jumped the gun, so to speak. Which actually worked out fine.
It was a revelatory experience for me. And continues to be. At some point, the glamour faded and I was able to apprehend a broader measure of this complex individual I have chosen to be involved with. A bit sobering as you can imagine. Kind of a gulp.
But that is the great thing about being an experienced adult. It is like okay how do we want this to unfold. As we seem to be able to communicate clearly and directly that appears to be the best approach. Kind of exhausting, but those of you who were along for the ride with Mr. Finch all those years ago, know I like a challenge.
Otherwise, I get bored.
Nothing boring here. He had a job interview yesterday and he was waiting for his ride in the morning all suited up and he sent me a short video that was so tender and genuine that I could feel it in my toes.
He got the job, by the way. At a well-known local bakery. The hours are absurd as is the way with these starter jobs, so that is going to make logistics even more complicated than they already are. You know how Apple introduced their liquid screens a few months back? This is how my calendar is right now. Liquid.
The League stuff has been crazy. It has been almost a year since I ended up in the emergency room thinking I was having a heart attack. The level of stress is that high again. But it is only three more weeks, only three more weeks until it becomes not as much my job anymore.
I was propped up on my bed yesterday afternoon with Carlo, papers, calculator, laptop, phone spread everywhere with all this incoming messaging asking myself how exactly I got to this particular moment.
And how I can and will manage to hold it all in my fatigued brain and body. That is one thing Mr. B. and I have discussed; pacing. In a weird way his curfew is a blessing because it creates needed restraints. Otherwise, I think both of us would be getting less sleep than we already are…
And no. It’s not exactly, or only that keeping up from sleeping fully, it is all the things.
My only contact with Walt since the blow up was on a board matter that came up for the nonprofit. Mr. B. said he has not mentioned me at all to him. This is good. This is how we want it. I am still not sure how exactly I am going to navigate all this.
Actually, I can say that about my life right now.
But in the meantime, how do you say… peak experiences are in play.
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