This is a fairly common occurrence since I’ve moved into working in Healthcare. Honestly, it doesn’t bother me (and I don’t mean that in a toxic masculinity sort of “oh ho ho I’m surrounded by ladies” macho nonsense kind of way). I’ve always been more comfortable around women than I have men.
Maybe I should. Maybe I will.
This thing was in a beer stein. It was ridiculous.
And delicious.
I regret nothing.
The hike is always worth it.
I’ve always felt like book stores contain all the mysteries of the universe. And maybe they do.
Eventually you have to tell your friends all of the stories, whether you like them or not.
A day alone on the Marine Drive Bike Path.
Glasses are the worst (to draw). Next up I’m gonna ride my bicycle every day, buy fifteen horses, and start dating a skeleton who loves to dance in a very specific style requiring exact choreography that people will easily be able to point out if I’m faking it.
Boundaries.
Just like in dating, if someone approaches me with the stink of desperation, it isn’t exactly appealing. And I accept that this defensiveness I have surrounding my time and talents may be a tad dickish, but … I’m okay with that.