The last time I ever saw snow I was 17 years old, in high school and on a ski trip to Colorado (and to clarify, uh, no I cannot ski). Because before that time - and in fact, the only time - I have only seen snow here in San Antonio once. I was seven. We made snow angels, a snow man, had a snowball fight - the works. It was AWESOME! But now, I don't know if I can even imagine what it must be like. Not only to see snow but to live in a snowy town. To have to go to work or to live one's life normally in snow. And not just a couple of inches, but FEET of it. It truly boggles the mind.
But I am thankful for the snow. Because without it, I probably wouldn't have talked to Noah last night. We talked for about three hours ... and it felt great. I had forgotten how much I enjoyed talking to a guy for that long.
That was definitely NOT Daniel's forte.
I think Steve was probably the last guy I had that with and I would just enjoy the hell out of it. I can't even remember HOW many times we used to talk... and for HOURS. About nothing at all - but I would laugh and he would laugh and it was great.
But no matter how much we talked, I don't think I ever felt the way I felt last night. Talking to Noah filled me with a warmth I wasn't expecting. So even though, it was cold and my feet were DEFINITELY cold, the rest of me wasn't. I mean, he read to me a WEBSITE of all things. And I had the best time. I just enjoyed myself so much. I'm not saying I enjoyed myself nasty! I just ... it was nice.
So my blog's been breached. I was so embarassed by the thought of someone I know reading this, but oh well. I'm not a secretive person by nature and I'm certainly not going to start censoring myself now, so I say BRING IT ON, I ain't scared o' you!
Editor's Note: This was also officially written on Monday. Blah to not having access at home.
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