“I don’t have to meet your mother
We don’t have to cross that line
I don’t wanna steal your covers
I just wanna take your time
I don’t wanna go home with you
I just wanna be alone with you.”

— Sam Hunt, “Take Your Time”

What a good day.

Last night sucked. I logged in late (Sunday night) to do work. And the people for whom I was doing this extra work were being buttheads in my inbox.

If I didn’t have loyalty to the broader team and meet the deadline if only for them, I am not certain I would still be employed. I would likely have a restraining order against me though.

In any event, I held my tongue all day today too and all was calm and bright.

One of my boys is leaving town. So I put a little gift in his bag. He and I had the best conversation ever when he got home and found it.

Turns out he knew I did it but was afraid to open it in the building because he knew I’d make him cry. 🙂 But his thank-you to me made ME lose my shit just a little.

In any event, my heart swells with joy at the unlikely friendship we’ve developed.

I had only one person I wanted to share this with, and I love it that we had a couple of chances to connect today. It has been wonderful. I tell him everything and I love that he roots for me and is happy when I’m happy.

I feel the same when he’s the one who’s happy.

In one sense I would never call it the L word. But in another sense, isn’t being each other’s biggest fan the very definition of it?

In any case, I loved sharing my happy moments (and even the cruddy ones) with my best friend.

In addition, an old friend started a new job today and called me to say let’s go drinking. And we did. And we had so much fun.

He’s the only one I’m ever 100% honest with when it comes to my relationships. I don’t reveal details but it’s nice to be able to tell someone what’s swirling in my little brain.

What I didn’t tell him is that one of my boys has been texting me all day, trying to see where I am with going out with him.

This has been a multi-year process and I’ve fought it the whole way.

I wonder whether this is the universe saying, “Hey Goddess, if you want love, quit passing it up every time I try to hand it to you.”

Why doesn’t he give up? Don’t you people know how difficult I am? Is he a sucker for punishment, or am I that special?

I don’t know. But I do know this: thanks to all my sweet guys, I had a hell of a good day today.

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