Now that I am not partaking in any mistress activities (le sigh, those were nice), I suppose I’m back to the grind, working like crazy, and trying to feel happy in the only way I know how.
I’ve been treating myself to some nights on the town, just me and the city getting down with our bad selves. In my hunt for something fun, I stumbled across a weekly open mic night and figured I’d give it a try.
I’ve been twice now, and it’s really fun. There’s wine and music and poetry, and I don’t know anyone there, so I feel like it’s something I get to do all on my own. Of course, since I’ve been there, I’ve met some people.
One guy in particular, we’ll call him Character, sticks by my side most of the night. He’s really nice, and cool, and he does the open mic—he raps. And I like it.
Last Sunday, he asked me for coffee, and I just went for it, said okay and gave him my number.
So, we have plans to go grab pizza this Sunday. I don’t really know much about him, and I don’t know if I’m really into him, but I figure I’m just going to go for it.
Remember what happened last time I went for it? The amazing dinner and dancing date? Here’s to hoping!