Sweep me off my feet, but don’t make me too dizzy.
By now, in your 30s, Millennial Incognito Man, you shouldn’t be a fuck boy. You should know how to be a gentleman.
How would you write the story of a mature love? Rom com?
How would that unfold, in this context? In this setting?
Sure, maybe there are some mutual friends, maybe not. However you wanna go about it.
The psychic said, “He’s gotta come correct” — what does that mean?
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I don’t want you to pay for everything initially… it’s not necessary. I shouldn’t have to feel like I “owe” you anything, so don’t pay for it.
We’ll just have to find activities that I can also afford.
It’ll be really… normal…
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Spend a day at a park, have a picnic. Walk along the beach. All these activities are free.
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I need to know that you can be you, without a credit card.
Because what if you lost it all one day? What if someone who you thought you trusted, pulled the wool over you? There are things in life that we can’t control. Tricksters and bad actors in every industry. What if they took everything you’ve ever earned? And then what? You’re still you.
And we can know that we’ll be okay, even if you were stripped bare of all your material goods.
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A friend told me today that she is moving to Brisbane in 2025.
I said, “Take me with you!” (LOL)
Joking but also not, like, what about 2026…?
I really started daydreaming about this.
What if…? 2026? It’s Brisbane, not Gold Coast?
I said, “If there’s a job opportunity where you’re going, I’d love to hear about it.”
And that’s my Truth. I am feeling… optimistic. I think she’s on a good path. And we’re gonna keep in touch.
I don’t think many other people know that we’re “that” good friends…?
She’s a Scorpio. We get along. Like two peas in a pod.
