HEY!  It's a weekend entry!

I had a wonderful time last night.  I met an old friend out last night, and we caught up with each other, and reminesced about the old times... you know... the early 90s.

Steven and I met literally DAYS after I broke up with my ex.  I actually had to request a job transfer to another city to get away from Bob, and Steven was working at the store where I was assigned.  We pretty quickly became friends, and were soon attached at the hip.  We had a lot in common... family background (it was so weird... his mother had furniture exactly like my mothers) for instance.

So last night.  We met at some of our old haunts and caught up.  We talked about his mother, whom I dearly love, and her failing health.  We talked about his boyfriend, who loves him so very much, and we talked about nothing, and everything.

Steven is, and was, dashingly handsome.  His boyfriend has quite a career selling clothes to the very rich and very famous, so he dresses very expensively.  When I asked him who made his leather coat, he was all "It's Dolce & Gabanna, but it's at least three seasons old."  I'm glad his 1200 dollar coat was so old, becuase I was beginning to feel shabby in my brand new Gap sweater.

I only mention his looks because the two times we were apart (bathroom, etc) he had people come over and hit on him.  That never happens to me.  Okay, but not as much).

But Steven doesn't judge.  In fact, one of the things I like about him is that he's seen me pretty much at my best and my worst (remember folks: my mental health has been an issue for over ten years) but he still cares how I'm doing, and has always been a good friend to me.  I'm lucky to know him, and anyone else would be, too.

So thanks, Steven, for visiting with me.  I promise it won't be almost three years again, okay?

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I'm writing this in a coffee shop right by the bars in Dallas (at the Dallas location of the store that John used to work) and I'm trying to figure out if free wireless internet is worth having to listen to Kenny Rogers croon that She Believes in Me. I pretty much think NOT, so I'll end this here.

While she waits
While she waits
fooorrr MEEEEE!

Tim-
Thanks for your kind words! You are too nice to say those things about me and thanks for leaving out all of the skeletons!
I had a fun time talking about the MID 90's (not the early 90's).
Hope your trip home was safe!

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