meet fabulous new people

I met another somewhat fabulous person, a boy. Maybe he’s not who I needed, maybe I’m not who he wanted, but officially, my heart’s been broken and I’m maybe a little clearer about who it is I’m looking for.

I have to wonder if Boston’s given up all it’s willing to give in terms of experience and love. There are photos as yet untaken and a game yet to be seen, but I think maybe one Lisa and an Oneida is more than I could’ve hoped for.

In knowing so clearly that this is not where I belong and in having made so many mistakes from its inception to its fadeout, I now know what “fabulous” really means in terms of people.

Onto the next, then, and to a better sense of who it is I really need.

It’s not that I don’t love the people already in my life, but my loved ones are all in the Midwest and well, I’m not. I moved to this city to really establish a life, to live fabulously and be brilliant, and loneliness isn’t especially a part of that. Additionally, I love communicating with people—long conversations, enlightening conversations, nervous/giddy conversations.

So my first step is to wait to hear back from a girl who’s heading up a book club. We’ll go from there. But really—fabulous people, how well could they possibly be hiding?