What I Want
This is obviously a back-dating of entries that I am only writing several days later. Time has passed, and I can look at it all retrospectively.
I had dinner with Victor, JM, and RV tonight. As Victor and I stood there waiting for the others to arrive, I told him of the predicament. I had gotten myself into something that I wasn’t sure that I wanted. Somewhere in the last few weeks, I had miscommunicated with myself and gotten myself into a little rut of sorts.
And as we all sat there at dinner, I observed. I listened, and I watched. Victor did the same thing. I could tell in his eyes what he was thinking as we looked at each other from across the table. He knew. I knew.
After dinner, Victor headed home, and the three of us went down the street for drinks.
