Dating a girl my friend kissed in the past
However, as I drove towards Petco, I already received a text. For the past month and a half I have been impatiently waiting for a letter from a friend to come in the mail.Each day I check the mailbox hoping to find an envelope from Portland addressed to me in a male’s handwriting with two sheets of typed computer paper folded inside.The one that reminded me that we must be more concerned about who we are as people instead of simply as guys or girls.When I returned home, I sat down at the dining room table, poured a glass of wine and opened i Message on my laptop. Fw-300 #ya-qn-sort h2 /* Breadcrumb */ #ya-question-breadcrumb #ya-question-breadcrumb i #ya-question-breadcrumb a #bc .ya-q-full-text, .ya-q-text #ya-question-detail h1 html[lang="zh-Hant-TW"] .ya-q-full-text, html[lang="zh-Hant-TW"] .ya-q-text, html[lang="zh-Hant-HK"] .ya-q-full-text, html[lang="zh-Hant-HK"] .ya-q-text html[lang="zh-Hant-TW"] #ya-question-detail h1, html[lang="zh-Hant-HK"] #ya-question-detail h1 #Stencil .
To avoid the latter, I spent a sober Tuesday morning transcribing my thoughts in blog post form (the way I communicate best) and included it in an email to someone I had briefly kissed at a holiday party.
When hangover anxiety wore off the next day, I didn’t question my sexuality (minus 5 minutes of “Am I lesbian?! A beautiful, smart person who I adore felt like kissing me.