Even if for only one second, that thought has crossed your mind. At the foot of my makeshift bed is a television…on the floor. To my left is a bathroom and unfortunately, I know exactly who is behind that closed door. I let go of Checkers and she sauntered toward the tiny kitchen. Standing at the bathroom door is Damian with a towel wrapped around his waist. “I’m sure you’re very tired,” he muttered sarcastically. I walk out of the nook that serves as our bedroom to the kitchen and stop in the middle of the living room. Across the street is the Fullerton shopping center. I run my hands through my hair and discover that it’s curly again. ” I pry a hand away from his, slap myself and look around. You are not human if you have not done something you completely regret that’s either affecting your life now, has already affected your life, or will in the future. Because I think I may have completely lost my mind. At this moment, Damian, whom I made the mistake of dating for a few months when I was twenty-six, is taking a shower. I just spent 0.00 for my hair to be pin straight for another year, why is it curly again?
Ann also said that attending Chamber of Commerce mixers and events in all three south county cities is a great way to meet new people.
Jim enjoys riding his bike and said meeting people along the bike trails isn’t easy, but there is always a chance that he can make some new friends there as well.
The point I’m trying to make is this: everyone has thought about going back in time to undo or redo something. Ever since I asked my doctor to up my dosage of Prozac I’ve been sleeping like a rock, which is fantastic, but my dreams are beyond bizarre. As long as I’m getting at least six hours of sleep I can always discuss those dreams at my bi-weekly therapy visits. ” Damian proceeded with one of his daily rants while I stood in the living room taking in everything. As my eyes adjust, I see my pale yellow Pontiac parked at the curb.
I don’t care how cynical or how much of a pragmatist you are. I wake up this morning lying on a mattress on the floor, (not even a bed, a mattress on the floor) staring at one of those ceilings that look like cottage cheese, trying to process where I am right now. To my right is a window with vertical blinds that are shut. Anyway, getting back to what I was hoping was a dream… You’re gonna be late again.” he said in the cantankerous voice I came to know well. ‘Well, I know now what I would have done differently, but this is a dream so just wake up already and get going,’ I say to myself. Scratch that; it’s actually my parents Pontiac which I had borrowed for a good part of my mid-twenties.
Well, the old is pre-internet (ie meeting people in real life) with the new, the internet (that connects people). Keep coming with your new romance to maintain friendships, but pay it forward.