I hung out with a cool person last night. He's the best cinematographer I've ever met. He's really funny. He has an air of confidence that is rare. I hardly know him. He hardly knows me. The mystery was wonderful... then it was gone. Why do boys do that? Things were great, I really liked him, but what made him think it was just alright to grab my hand and then try to kiss me a day after knowing each other? Call me old fashioned, but I like being best friends with someone and then proceeding to whatever may or may not come next. I've fumbled hard and fucked up by jumping in like that and I want to be a better person, learn from my mistakes. Isn't that what it's all about? I guess I'll see what happens. Hope things are different this go around. More on this subject as it progresses.
p.s. Dawn and I found our new home. It's a stellar flat with a 60's vibe complete with a cheesy twinkly star chandler. Photos on the wayyyhaaayyy!
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