It's lovely to get your thoughts. (((mischka)))) ((((ali))))) (((((od))))))
I just got back from a pretty intense day (+) in New York. I went to see my friend's opera premiere, and it was amazing, riveting, really moving. The next morning I met B for breakfast. Then I had a super intense phonecall with a friend about the breakfast... I made a friend on the subway who I think was a surrogate angel full of intense heart-baring blessings... then I went to yoga class. I feel like my heart is raw from all the intensity.
So I offered to meet B for breakfast (on his [not mentioned] birthday) and he took me up on it. He asked me to meet me at his old neighborhood which totally freaked me out, seeing as we've avoided going anywhere near there. But then I said, whatev, my new MO is to not try to control everything, so I texted him back "Great!!" and asked for the address. I had a massive heart-to-heart with my friend-who-just-had-her-opera-premiered about how I don't know how anyone ever risks loving someone without the trust that comes from knowing someone and already having loved them (massive paradox) and then slept a few hours before waking up to meet B for breakfast...
I wore a hot (but not too hot for breakfast) hot pink dress, v neck, knit, little puffy sleeves, with my special velveteen aqua jacket that is covered in white swans and pink flowers. I got to the restaurant EARLY and sat on a bench reading "the elegance of the hedgehog". When B came up to me, I was reading and laughing...
He was wearing his cute-dorky glasses and a hot new cowboy shirt, sexy jeans I'd never seen before, and he'd definitely done something deliberately sexy with his hair. I gave him a (pretty real) hug and said, "happy birthday!" and then we chose to sit outside.
OK, so it turns out he is driving to NJ today for a gig with this orchestra, AND he is moving tomorrow, AND his brother is a houseguest right now... WTF? If I was him, no way would I have met anyone for breakfast, even if it was my birthday!
