10 September 2000 ~ The past 48 hours...

Somehow, during the past 48 hours or so, I feel like my entire life has changed.

I woke up this morning in the arms of a 27-year-old jazz musician and philosophy freak. He was kissing me and singing a cheesy old Neil Diamond song.

Last night, we watched Lynchfilms.

The night before that, we went to see a movie, after which we played pool -- he won -- and discussed the Leninist themes of "Chicken Run." And then we sat on the roof of a building on Court Street and kissed underneath the statue of Lady Justice atop the courthouse. We had a hickey contest. He won.

I guess I just forgot to go home after our date the other night. We were just going to go see a movie after I got off work at Java's. I guess that's not exactly the way it happened.

I guess it all started the other night when I was informed by people I believed were my friends that I'm a walking STD, a thief, and disloyal to Java Joe's. (And on that last one, I mean disloyalty along the lines of stealing, not going to Lost Dog once in awhile...) I decided my life was pretty much over, had a crisis, and had the world's worst day at work. Well, maybe not the WORST... After all, I was going to the movies with Norman, and that was sort of something to look forward to...

Huh? Helena, who the fuck is Norman?

Norman. A man I sort of met at Lost Dog a few years back. Well... basically, he was always there, and I was always there. We never talked, so I guess technically we never met each other. And a month or so ago, we exchanged phone numbers at Java's... But we never called each other. Instead, we accidentally ran into each other at the five-hour driving course I took a week ago.

Logically, since we were both at the pre-licensing course, neither of us drives, and since we lived within a few blocks of each other, we walked home together. And then a day or two later, we met at the Argo for coffee, and went to the Johnson City Field Days to make ourselves sick on the Round-Up ride and watch fireworks. And then we did the movie thing the other night, and have been joined at the hip ever since.

"Whatcha thinkin'?" I asked him the other night, as we were laying in his bed, and he was smiling dizzily at the ceiling.

"I was just thinking, to be honest, how easy it would be to fall in love with you."

...does that thought scare you as much as it scares me???...

"I was thinking the same thing about you..."

He was silent for a moment...

"It seems like we've known each other for more than... more than a week, doesn't it?"

He laughed. "Yes!"

Somewhere, in the past 48 hours, I have forgotten about absolutely everything except Norman. It's like I keep trying to wake up, and I can't, and I'm beginning to think I may really be falling in love.

~Helena*