Wednesday, October 26, 2005
#413 Dinner With Mensa
Dinner last night at Dickens, in Poughkeepsie. Odd, but ever since I have someone special there to welcome me, to smile at me, I've been enjoying the Mensa dinners and the people much more. It's very strange. Maybe it's because with a "protector" beside me I'm more open, or maybe that people are so amused/intrigued/pleased/surprised by seeing us together (he's well liked in the group) that ... that what? I don't know. I just feel a lot less guardedness somehow, both coming from me and coming toward me. It all seems so much more relaxed.
The Hippie was there last night. Haven't seen him in ages. I adore him. He's such a gentle soul, but there's so much darkness there, too. I wonder if he still works at the dynamite factory? I didn't ask. I should have. I've lost track of him lately. I'm losing track of a lot of people. I should fix that.
~~Silk
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