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        Dinner.  Movies on the couch.  Up till sunrise shooting the shit.
 Home in time for work.

        No big deal.

        A nice time.  But what does it mean?

        Talk of relationships past, gone wrong, fucked up, never shoulda
 happened.

        A sign of things to come?  A dangerous portent?

        A slowly opening door to a possible – what?

        Renewed friendship?  Meaningless fling?  Disastrous short-term
 debacle?

        More?

        Is that wanted?  A good idea?  Even possible?

        A lifetime of dealing with crises and ultimatums has made it
 impossible to deal with large vistas of possibilities.

        I don’t know what to do when my options are open.

        Or are they open?

        Vague plans made.  Get back together soon.

        How soon?  Where?  How serious?

        Can it be skipped?  Should it be?

        How soon is too soon for next time?

        Do I call or wait to be called?

        Jesus!

        Is solitude really worse than all these decisions?

        Stop:

        Sometimes a date is just a damn date.

        Note to self:

        Take a deep breath,

        Shut the fuck up,

        And let shit take its course.

        For once.

        Que sera sera, and all that shit.

        Does everything have to be so damn momentous?

        So why write a text file about it then?

        Good point.

        Bye.

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