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I had become jaded, and cynical. Emotionally, I was in pretty bad shape... emotionless.
Thinking back, most 1988 and the first half of 1989 was a pretty dark time in my life. I hated my job. I hated where I lived. I hated waking up. I hated going to bed. I didn't like being alone, but I had gotten to the point where I didn't like being around people either. I had completely given up on any notion of a relationship.
I was sour, only because I was too young to be bitter.
Late January of '89, I had gotten about as low as I could go. I had a choice to make: eat bullets or change. I chose change-- drastic change. I quit going to Chasens, matter of fact I quit "going out" all together, quit drinking (regularly), quit burning through cash, started going to the gym every morning at 5:30, and gave up rec-sex. There other changes, but these were the biggies.
This sounds like pop-psy bullshit, but I really needed to figure out who I was.
Months later, when I met the "single too" girl, life had made a real turnaround.
I did ask her for number that night in the car. I called her the next day*, and within two days we were sitting together in a dark little hole in the wall restaurant talking... laughing.
We talked for hours. Connected.
I had never met anyone like her. Ever. Who would've thought that just two Saturdays later, there would be even more drastic changes ahead.
*note to Leslie. I just remembered why I called you the next day. Because I said "I'll call you tomorrow." Go figure.
5/31/2005 09:27:00 PM
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