Unscathed on a Saturday Night

I am safely home from a rendezvous with the BG. Unscathed and happy. Unpashed and happy. Not totally clear on whether he likes me or not but happy. Not confused, just happy. Inspired. I garnered some insight into the Boy-Genius' creative process. I am inspired and yet although my creative work could be feeling undermined or second-rate, I don't feel this, I feel good. I hope I've made a friend.

I drank another two beers and finally had my coffee sometime after 4pm. BG didn't dig as deep into me as I did of him but I'm not investing in any overanalysis of that observation nor taking it personally. I'm not the same person I was a year ago. I am stronger, calmer, not necessarily trying to say I am 'better' - as that's arguable.

What a sweet boy. What a sweet human spirit. So raw, so emotional, so soft and rather sexy. A loose caboose who doesn't lodge his tax return and yet he feels eminently reliable. So many assumptions made! I'll now close this chapter on the BG and see whether I can conclude this mini-obsession and let any friendship evolve naturally, without a parallel relationship being penned out here in uncharacteristically ok. Did I reveal too much about myself? I'll never know and who cares. As I said, I've emerged unscathed and calmer. I don't feel offended that he wants to spend all his hours writing. I respect it and want to get into housemouse mode myself.

C'est la vie.