It's been a whirlwind of a month. The beginning was humble, laughable even, my pathetic attempt at striking up a conversation with a friend that made up his formative years in the same towns I grew up in, because I found him attractive and dangerous and wanted to bang him . Yep. Written for posterity. I wanted to fill some time fucking until I hit one year, and could be trusted to love again, by some magical interference from my Higher Power. I was resigned to the grind of dating apps and organic flirtation and the unending explanations about why I choose not to drink... but man , he looked like fun. I was so uncharacteristically enthralled by him, I agreed to meet after work, after a work meeting, nonetheless, at a place unfamiliar to me and with street parking only... my trifecta for anxiety. We ended up talking the coffee shop closed before going back to his place, spending another couple of hours engaged in the most existentia...