Home AloneI went out with a couple friends tonight. Had coffee and then beer straight from the brewery. Nice to live in a town with such good, local made beer! Ran in to a friend. Between her, the beer, and no sex for a year and a half, it was a difficult night. I had a choice to make: do the right thing and go home; or continue the evening with my friend, heading to the next stop for another drink, knowing where that might lead. I chose to be home alone, but it to a conscious, willed effort to make a clear decision to leave, alone, and come home to heat up leftovers and remember what it was like. To try my best to bring up to a super real level what I remember it being like to feel a woman.
Here I sit.