So if it wasn't totally obvious, I had a guest all of last week. If you haven't figured out how to click on her link yet and if you still don't know who she is, I simply don't know what to tell you. I can't help the helpless I guess. We had a fantastically mellow time together, spent a lot of time taking pictures and meandering through Ventura County and Los Angeles. To say she was a perfect guest would be an understatement.
On Sunday we woke up in the wee dark hours of the morning to send her on her way. After I watched her PT Cruiser lights fade away as she departed from my apartment, I opened the seal on the air mattress and headed back upstairs for some more shut eye. When I awoke again I came downstairs to find a deflated bed and none of her luggage remaining. I stripped the sheets, folded the blankets, rolled up the mattress and it was as if she'd never been there. Suddenly, my living room area seems much larger and a lot more empty.
I know with the HNT and these recent posts it might be coming off that we are total "Lez-be-friends" (thanks, Dirk) but it's nothing like that. It is just so refreshing to be able to spend some quality time with such a solid lady. Since my gal pals are scattered across the United States, it's rare that I get to just run around and be silly with another person that shares my gender. There is definitely something to be said about new friends. I am so glad I get to add her Virginia-livin' ass to my list.
80s hair band Cinderella really sums it up nicely:
Yeah... cuz that's totally not gay. Don't forget to vote on the poll above Skurvy. Closes midnight Friday.