QT.

I met a boy last night who I've talked to before at Karaoke, but this time we really talked. He has transparent glasses, is a cyclist and has a hyphenated last name. He is a year older than me and is authentic and is a feminist who can sing karaoke without giving a shit about how "stupid" he looks.

Most of all he seems genuine. A breath of fresh air. 

What a cutie!!!!

Things that do not matter

I got into a nasty bike accident this past Saturday. I was at that busy, bustling, breathing intersection of Adams Morgan; between the McDonald's and the Starbucks.




I flew over my handle bars onto the concrete road. I didn't get up immediately because the wind was knocked out of me. So a bunch of people came down and scooped me up with my bike. I sat on the sidewalk with everyone staring and asking me questions, "What's your name, how old are you, what day is it?"

As soon as my head was pulled off the ground, I saw the blood.  At first it came down like a leaky faucet. but soon it just started a steady stream down my left eye, my cheek, neck, down my dress, and all the rest of it on my arms and hands. My arms and hands were scratched too though, so that could of been from those cuts as well.

Someone called an ambulance and i went to the ER. I now have a black eye and a shoulder that won't move a lot.

I WASN'T WEARING A HELMET.

I'll never do that again. I am SO LUCKY that nothing else happened to me. It could've been really really bad.

My accident also set the recent laundry lists of daily stresses in my life on fire:
feelings
past shit i can't change
boys
job
other bullshit

After i was catapulted from my bike I realized nothing really matters except:
my health
what i do with my life to positively effect others
how i live my life
and who i spend it with.


At least until I forget about my mortality again, I'm done caring about stupid, pointless, meaningless shit.

My Date Sunday

I had a date on Sunday with a wonderful man. We'll call him, WG for Wonderful Guy.

The WG came over to my place Sunday morning and RE-BUILT my Bike that i have so long for and missed!!!

It was very appealing watching him get out his tool box and build it for me. and sweat over me.  Very cute indeed.

Then we went for a bike ride over to his house. He lives in a big group house with a huge deck and garden.  He showed me some starter plants and the compost he built last week. He wanted to kiss me right then and there but he didn't cuz i wasn't gonna let him yet.

Then we went to a coffee shop.

Then we rode our bikes to Rock Creek Park and we sat by the creek and he surprised me by pulling a picnic our of his backpack!!!

Baguette, Italian sopressata salami (the fat in it tasted like butter; it was amazing), Blue cheese, figs, smoked salmon and dark chocolate!

Then, finally we went to Meridian Hill Park to see the infamous Drum circle that gathers every Sunday afternoon and has for 50 years!

We were quite PDA-ish and ridiculous and it makes me wonder and/or worry i may actually really want to give more attention than is usually given to men to the WG.