No Time To Write

I've been a little bit gloomy, lately, which is why I've been quieter than usual around here.

I'm off to Wedding #2 of the season.  It's a man I always thought I might marry, actually.  Well, not ever seriously.  But somewhere in high school that vague daydream landed and it never really left, fully. 

I went into an old drawer of letters from my high school days.  I used to write prolific letters, the old fashioned kind, in the mail, and I have piles of those I received, banded in rubber bands.  I was rereading some this morning, from people I've forgotten I was ever that close to. 

Have been thinking about smart men lately.  There's a thread tying all of this together, somewhere.  I'm not sure I know what it is.  It's something to do with smart men, I think, and my cautious fascination with them.

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"It's something to do with smart men, I think, and my cautious fascination with them."

May I ask why a cautious fascination with them? Just curious about your word choice here. Sounds like there is definitely a deeper thread here...

[Bill]

Who is it?????? I have my guesses, but it was so long ago I can't remember who I thought I was going to marry back then, let alone someone else. I'm intrigued, feel free to email me the answer if you don't want to put it on the blog.

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I hope you make the most of the wedding, and enjoy yourself despite the high school dreams and gloom.