You Know I Dreamed About You...

For twenty-nine years before I saw you.

I feel like this sometimes. Somewhere out there is a dark haired girl. Somewhere north, I feel, though I don't know know why. She's calm and strong and full of life. She makes me laugh. I can feel her in the back of my mind-- I always have. Maybe someday I'll meet her. Maybe not. This doesn't matter now.

I've been drinking (and can you tell?). I've been trying to get over a cold all weekend and today, feeling a little bit better, and a little bit cooped up, I decided one drink at the bar on the corner couldn't hurt. That one drink was so good, I had it three times. Don't worry, I mixed and matched a bit. I chatted up the bartender. I chatted up the cocktail waitress. I made eyes at the pretty ladies. I spoke, briefly, with the women beside me when they asked me why I was out alone. I came home by myself. This is best. My dark haired woman was not there.