“Never chase love, affection, or attention. If it isn’t given freely by another person, it isn’t worth having.” ~Unknown
Our first date was at a bar where we met with Skeeball and had slushy margaritas.
She was beautiful. It was obvious as soon as she walked in. I still wasn’t sure whether we’d have anything to talk about though. The messages we’d exchanged had been minimal.
It turned out that we did.
Conversation flowed from one topic to the next—meandering from her passion for biology in college to how I tried to master mountain boarding at summer camp as a kid to how both of us were passionate about writing/putting words to the page.
She was articulate, funny and down-to earth. Her intellect was a delight. Her intelligence. Her apparent earnestness and desire to explore topics such as the environmental benefits of eating insects and the sexism within the taxidermy industry.
After she left, she came to my house and I prepared dinner for her. Talk got deeper. She shared the effect her dad’s depression had on her when she was a kid; how she’d personalize his quiet moods. I shared some of the instability I’d experienced as a kid.
The night ended with a hook-up. A good trauma spill is a great way to get an aphrodisiac.
A couple…
