Dear June,
One day you and I are going to have another conversation...in person.
I make no predictions here about what will happen but haven't any problem saying I have my ideas. Been wrong about many things and right about many others which probably sounds like I am straddling the fence.
Not really what I am looking to do or as much fun as being straddled, but such is life.
If I told you that I don't remember every enjoying kissing someone as much as I like kissing you and wanted to test it out to see if that is just memory or reality would you think of it as an excuse to get in your pants.
Or as I almost typed, paints. Would you think of it as an excuse to get in your paints and believe I am trying to give you the greatest painting ever painted. Maybe yes, maybe no. Life is a funny sort of thing.
Anyway, life is more than funny now, it is a riot filled with the greatest roller coaster moments a guy could ask. But I am finding ways to minimize those or at least roll with them.
BTW, had I gotten seriously hurt and found myself in desperate need of help I might have called you or I might not have. I am sure if I told you I was desperate you would lend a hand, but I can't guarantee I would actually call because you made it clear you wanted distance so I did my best to give it to you.
Can't help that sometimes those fucking bells go off and we hear things.
Yeah, I am crazy, so what. We are all a little bit nuts and that is ok. It is a question of whether you can control your own behavior and I do.
