Sunday, April 24th

I went dancing this evening. It's the wee hours; I'm still thinking as Saturday night. I was able to go, smile, talk with friends, move and strut some stuff. Not as much as I'd done with you. But it was good.

A man asked me to dance at some point, by coming up behind and trying to take my arm. I ignored him, kept dancing. When he put his hand on the back of my waist, standing behind me, to ask again, I felt the physical vibe that it was an error, it was not you.

Damn it.

2:04am.