So I spent a surprising amount of time with that one guy. A seven-hour conversation, leading into a ten-hour shift, followed by three hours of drinking, concluded with breakfast, a wine tour and a total of about three hours in the car. Grand total: 28 consecutive hours.

And it was a terrific time, honestly. Sure, he’s got problems right now (and I have them always), but at least we know we can be friends and not completely ruin that with a couple of drunk kisses.

He knows how I feel and I know where he stands. I’m setting myself up for a really bad situation in the future probably, but for now I’m okay with things- which is really all anyone can ask for at any given time.