Hello Stranger (It Seems Like a Mighty Long Time)

Gordon finally made it over to Sarah's apartment to talk art, but came without any of his drawings or watercolours--the perusal of which had been Sarah's point in scheduling this appointment with him. Unbeknownst to him I was here (and would have been anyway), so the three of us had a visit in which he and Sarah talked around scheduling another time for her to actually look at real pieces of his (for her place). We were treated to an anecdote about his frustrations with his dad (I found it entertaining); Sarah was bored stiff (she told me this after he was gone).

I felt a little bit unsure of myself around him tonight. I haven't seen him in awhile and because of anxiety I've had about that I reverted back to the old formality that kept me from really feeling close to him before. I tried not to be too prim, but I felt the way I used to feel, like I was in danger of begging, and to compensate, I reigned in some of my warmth.

Nearly finished with She's Come Undone. I feel as though I'm at the same old cross roads I always eventually come to. I need to go the other way this time.