My first date with My Beautiful Human
It’s been took long since I’ve written anything. No blog posts. No poetry. Not much of anything about anything. I’ve tried, erased, tried, erased, The Editor has lamented softly — scratch that — The Editor has ridden my ass asking what the hell is going on, knowing full well it’s simply life. He helped create my current situation. Situation. Is that what I’m calling it? Status. So many names. Titles. I’ve met a man. Not through my yearly forays into online dating which, while entertaining, weren’t fruitful. I met him through a mutual friend: The Editor. He and his friend connected in childhood, drifted apart through adulthood and reconnected again via the magic of Internet. The Editor's friend is a man on a journey of self-love and healing. A man committed to growth, spirituality and learning, while grounded in humour and everyday, down-to-earth logic. The man — the Beautiful Human Being (BHB) — has a bit of a hippy-dippy streak, as does your girl here. And both the BHB ...
