Well this blog was primarily supposed to be cataloging all my exploits as a bicycle commuter, I will recount a short typical and inconsequential interaction between myself and a driver: Was biking on Pulteney St in Corning heading to Wegmans to get food for my son and myself, and some Lame-O in a pick-up decided to yell GET ON THE SIDEWALK at me. Reflexively I rejoined FUCK YOU to the driver. Life went on. We both got to our destinations and got on with our days, it seemed.
Relationship building continues. It's exciting. I'm thoroughly enjoying it. Other pastimes like church in particular are taking a back seat to my New Thing. I'm ambivalent about this. We're fulfilling each other's needs in a big way. I have never met a woman so into me, and what sex I can offer. It's invigorating! Yet it feels like I've lost a moral high ground. Have the forces of religion programmed me? It's consensual. She surely means a lot to me, and I to her... how does this hurt us? I can't see how.
Dreams continue to flow, but less memorable lately. One memorable dream happened. I, for the first time ever, had full frontal nudity in a dream: my love interest appeared on a queen sized bed, in a mid range motel room, requesting me to have sex with her. It was reality speaking to me in my dream!
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