So nice, they named it twice...

So, I am driving home from the airport, dead tired from not going to bed the previous night. Its about 11am. I get home, and go through the mechanical paces that I always do. Indiana for some reason is so mechanical for me. Nothing changes....not ever. I think that is what drew me to New York City. I remember the first time I went there. It was Spring Break, and I went alone. Everyone else wanted to go to Florida....not me. I wanted to go somewhere I never went before. I drove to NYC. BIG mistake. The traffic was terrible, and no where to park. Shocker huh?

I was so lost that I call the concierge at the hotel crying...he leads me to the hotel on the phone. I tip him $20 when I arrive and thank him over and over.

I had fun that trip. Nothing to exciting. Just lots of exploring. I switched hotels 3 times during that trip. I like to do things like that.


Now here I am a few years later...and I'm going to swinger clubs in the city. Big change.

Anyway.....back to my mechanical Indiana life.

That evening I get home, Bill instant messages me as promised. I was happy. It made it seem less cheap...even though I didn't regret what I did ....how could anything that felt soooooo good be so bad? We have a long conversation.

We have conversations most nights. We still do.