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Attending this open house for a loft apartment for rent. There's a line. Aaron Lachman is here. I don't think we expected to see each other. I get inside. The agent gives me the tour and the rundown of the place. It's supposed to be an affordable luxury apartment. It used to be some kind of dental practitioner's office so the bathroom still has the chairs you would sit in and the machines to get your teeth inspected. The whole place was built in between apartments in Emerald Point off Regency. There's a lot of space in the common areas but the bedrooms are tight-fitted and without proper doors, just plastic curtains. I ask the agent how much a month it will cost. She says about $1500. For only three bedrooms it seems expensive. I explain further that, "There are too many non-functional spaces." I meant areas that are a waste of space or function. She doesn't understand but admits that most everyone that has come in today left with disapproval.
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Waking up at 1:10 p.m.
Honey Bunches of Oats with Almond Milk.
Errands. Chores.
Cinnamon Raisin Ezekiel 4:9 Bread with Peanut Butter. Celery. Grapefruit. Salt n Vinegar Chips. Honey Green Tea.
Watching He Got Game (1998).
Working out in my room.
I head out to the basketball courts near Mill Dam. Shooting around and practicing my ball handling techniques. It's a tad bit chilly but after warming up I don't feel nothing.
Apple.
I drive out to Ana's house in Norfolk. She prepared Salmon and Pasta with a Marinara and Mushroom Sauce. I brought Baby Broccoli and Cucumbers.
While cleaning the dishes together the sink gets clogged up. The garbage disposal apparently hasn't worked for years. I check under the sink and push the reset button on the unit. Suddenly, we hear the disposal churn. Ana has exclamation marks above her head.
Me: "There you go! Fixed. You really need a man in this house."
Later while I'm leaning up against the wall a piece of the side panel falls off.
Ana: "See? This house is falling apart!"
Me: "That's what I'm here for."
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I also brought over a twin mattress as a gift because she's been sleeping on the living room couch and sometimes this flabby futon couch. In her bedroom I go over to shut the door all the way but the doorknob doesn't click.
"Everything in my life is broken," she says.
I reply, "Obviously. That's why you need a man...in your life...to fix things."
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A space heater glows orange and makes the room cozy. If you turn the knob up too high it makes a loud buzzing sound. We entertain ourselves for a moment.
We dance briefly to the nostalgic sounds of Patsy Cline. Soon after I put on a Frank Sinatra record that instigates sexual notions. His vibrato crooner voice spins audibly high while our erotic reactions attempt to sing along. At some point we kind of stop...before any of us finish. It seems something is weighing on her mind. I can't tell if it's related to me though.
Me: "Something's wrong. Are you okay?"
Ana: "Yeah."
I lay down next her.
Analyzing the curvature of her body with my fingers I mention, "I haven't looked at you naked in a while. You're beautiful."
We cuddle under the green quilted blanket and talk while the buzz of the heater interrupts us every fifteen seconds. Shortly after 2 a.m. I drive home.
Eating Dark Chocolate Peanut Butter Cups and researching.
Sleep at some late hour.
[i] All images by me.
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