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I recall being out in the sun longer than I wanted to – the fear of sunburn.
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Waking up at 1:20 p.m.
Strawberry Honey Bunches of Oats with Almond Milk.
Meeting with Jes and a guy named Ben at Old VA Mortgage to discuss financing options for my house hunt.
Egg Sandwich with Mayo and Tomato. Tortilla Chips with Homemade Salsa. White Green Tea with Honey. Milk Chocolate.
Working out at the gym.
Apple.
Darren strolls in after a shift at Whole Foods. He grabs his handle of vodka and we jet it out to Norfolk for a rock show at The Iguana featuring Pissghetti, Honorary Girl, J. Flax and the Heart Attacks, and The Milkstains. It's a typical local show – a decent crowd – Darren buys me a not-so-great-tasting Rolling Rock on draft – Ana looks exceptionally attractive tonight with black thigh-high socks, black shorts, a yellow blouse with black polka-dots, Egyptian-like makeup around her eyes, and a very cool biker jacket. We all mingle around with our friends at the table and standing when the bands perform – nobody dares to dance until the very end.
Darren and I are waiting at the stoplight to turn onto the interstate when Stephanie calls me to tell me Ana locked her keys in her car with it running again. Luckily, we decided to keep a spare key in my car in case this ever happened again. So we make a u-turn, even though there's a No U-Turn sign, and drive back to The Iguana to help. Ana of course is embarrassed when we arrive.
Ana: "It always happens when I get too excited – that's when I do something clumsy."
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Back at the house Darren and I enjoy slices of a Brother's Cheese Pizza with Spinach. Kevin and Josh are hanging around the table. Ana's here. Eventually, her and I escape to my room and plop right down on the bed. Normally, I would meddle with things on the computer before I lie down, like to upload pictures or reflect on the night, but as soon as I feel the comfort of being under the covers with Ana I can't possibly bring myself to get out of bed. We just lie there talking about this and that. There's a conflict about sex that we attempt to work through – expressing our feelings on the situation – things should just happen naturally – she's afraid that maybe we're just not sexually compatible but I don’t think that's true. A lot of it has to do with energy and the heat of the moment. You can't just create those moments out of the blue. After some mildly harsh emotions are worked through we cuddle together. I hear her whisper softly..."I love you." I reciprocate in my head and fall asleep.
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