SO I TRY, AND I SCREAM.

I guess maybe there's something to that old adage, that your moon is rising or setting or churning, or something. I mean, they're there. They are all around. Tempting. Taunting. Teasing. Making this whole thing just seem a little better. I'm happy to be here. I am happy to know you. Yes, you.

Things and stuff, oh where to start? Ok so, that whole match.not or what was it called, okstupid? Yeah, that one. She 's something. It's a lot different than things that I am used to, but I consider, that might be a good thing. So, I don't think I am gonna bag it, just yet. It's that way. Very casual. More casual than I am used to. Given my track record of failed relationships, I have decided, maybe it's time. Time to try something different. I have decided that I am just going to be me. Do what I do. Whatever that may be, and maybe just maybe, it will work. Don't worry, I 'm not holding my breath either. Where's my lighter…

So then, that one time, they're were two. I was drunk, and that equals somewhere close to 3.14. It goes something like this, somebody got too effed and had to call it a night early. Not the right one. Actually his timing was perfect, if only hers had been as well. Whatever. I had sobered up. I had introduced myself to the neighbors as the Canadian cousin. After awhile they called me over and offered a score for twenty dollars. We took it. The next thing I know it's five in the morning, and someone has to be up in an hour! What? Not me, her. The other her. She didn't have to work that day. I had discovered this earlier whilst speaking to her.

I decide, after awhile, that the other her, not the her I was into, might be sweating me out, for she might be into me. I might just be a pretentious asshole as well. Probably. After I called my cab, she and I went to smoke a cigarette on the porch. Just us, the plan I had envisioned hours earlier, when I was drunk. Currently I was really high, and most giggly. She was too. We laughed. There were most definitely smiles, little glances, hidden secrets, and an overall glee.

I chased the cab. I lost. I then decided it was a nice evening for a walk.  As I walked down the frontage road of 71/290 I had time to think about the evening. I thought about how, sometimes, when you think that it's all about to fall apart, something, that one thing, or in some cases, those two things, just hold it all together. If not for a second. Just long enough to catch my breath. Ready?