Mr Right (gets an update)
I tend to write things down when I'm feeling introspective or had a monumental paradigm shift. This is definitely one of those moments. I spent a weekend with someone lovely, a Marine from Florida. Let's call him N. We spent the last few days completely immersed in each other. We slept together, showed, got dressed, and went out together. We weren't apart for too long, at any given point in time. It wasn't cloying or claustrophobic. There was no invasion of space, even if we were mashed up against each other. It was like this for three days and there wasn't a moment where I felt sick of his company. This whole weekend, and all the hilarity and aching intimacy it contained, made me realize a few things: