Amber and I were together from the entirety of the Trump administration. She moved in when he “won” and she left during the Insurrection. We were fighting and I turned on the news and I couldn’t believe what was happening.
She was all, is that more important than us? I was like, they’re trying to hang Mike Pence!
Speaking of drunk, we texted before we dated. During that getting to know each other she revealed she was sober. So on our first two dates I took her places like concerts or ballgames and I didn’t drink either bc I didn’t want it in her face.
I wanted to kiss her but I didn’t have my liquid courage. I realized I hadn’t made a first move on a date completely sober since I was in high school.
But also I feel most of my dates also included the woman also getting loose in one way or another to deaden the pain.
Finally we were at a Kiss concert and the two story lights flashed Kiss during Black Diamond, so I went for it. During that time she also wore very high heels. My first gf was tall. I didn’t give one bleep.
My mom wants me to cut down on the swear words.
Yesterday she reluctantly gave in to a 90 minute podcast with me.
We talked about giving birth to me, the men she dated when she got divorced, if men were pigs at work to this 31 year old newly single brown skinned woman [spoiler: “so many of them would have been Me Tooed”].
Next week I’m gonna edit it and put it on YouTube. I feel weird about Spotify. I’m an idealist, why am I letting Spotify- a company who steals from my favorite ppl: musicians – hold my most prized possession, my podcast?
So I’m going to make sure my YouTube account gets some of these side interviews I’m sure I’ll do more of in the future.
I only cried a little over Amber today. Once when I was driving my mom to get her nails done. She was concerned we would crash.
I said, Amber knows I’ve still got shit to do down here. She’s looking out for me.
Language Tony! My mom huffed.