Life: June 2009 Archives

It’s a rainy Thursday morning in Harlem (although monsoon might be a bit more descriptive of what we’re experiencing *LOL*) and I’m taking stock. I’m not nearly as self-sufficient as I want to be. The easiest way would be to commit myself to The Job, but I still haven’t found what I’m looking for. (Yes, I’m still looking.) That in and of itself is a difficult enough prospect, but I’m also noticing that no one I know seems to have found that stride either - especially up here in Harlem. I know people who have jobs they don’t mind, but I don’t know anyone employed at doing what they really love doing. That’s always been my focus.

The last time I had sex was over a month ago. Nothing to write home about but judging from the way he was kissing and moaning and carrying on, he might have another opinion. Nope, this is not about prowess but clarity - not trying to fall in love, just trying to enjoy a fleeting sexual encounter with a guy I’ll probably never see again. It was the kisses I noticed; he clearly was feeling something I wasn’t. He was also wearing a wedding band.