Broken Sunshine

1. In the reservoir at my (very conservative Christian) college. Senior year, last month of school, middle of the night. Freezing cold! But such a rush.

2. My love and I were housesitting this gigantic Better Homes & Gardens place, and it was out in the country with very few houses around. The pool in the backyard was heated, so we stripped and jumped in. It was incredible.

When I think about all that they’re going through, giving them my hair seems like such a small sacrifice. I grew my hair out and donated 13 inches about 18 months ago. It was hard, because I love my hair (it’s my favorite part of me!) and I hated having it short. But then again, small sacrifice. Plus, it meant so much more when the little girl I babysat for decided she wanted to do the same thing, so she grew her hair out and donated 11 inches, because I inspired her. Now, my hair’s starting to get long again and I’m thinking about doing it again. I might wait till it’s a little bit longer though.

When you have a really serious relationship that goes on for a long time, your friends become “couple friends”. Then, if you break up, they either side with one or the other, or both of you lose them. Either way, I need to make new friends. People who don’t know me associated with my old love. And last night was the first step. I went out to a bar with some “couple friends” who picked my side, and I did really good. I met:

Dan, a recent college graduate who will be teaching French (which I used to do)

April, a very talkative Philippina who will be a junior in college this year

Chrissy, a fantastic singer who cringes at Karaoke Night but comes anyway

Kim, a super nice chick who really cares about how other people are doing but never tells her age

Dancer Girl, who can bring her leg up parallel to her head

...and a few others that I don’t remember well but hopefully will next time. Of course, I can’t really call these friends; these are more like acquaintances. But that’s the first step!