First page of the romance archive.

what a day!

Posted by jessica on Apr 26, 2011 with 20 Comments
in Thoughts and Feelings
as , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , ,

Today was an undeniably good day.

I met David, a friend of mine who I have not seen for some time, and together, we strolled the High Line. It was once an elevated train here in New York, but has for some time just been empty. But now it’s renovated and planted all over with gardens and a lovely, among-the-highrises stroll. And the weather was absolutely perfect.

A little too perfect. Because now my shoulders and collarbone are sun kissed. Okay, more like I look like the sun made-out with me. I am, in a word: burnt.

And then I went and did about four hours of martial arts. Whoa. I am exhausted. But feeling pretty happy. There is nothing like moving about. It puts me in this heightened state; it solves my problems. I am not sure why, but the world seems a far friendlier place when I am moving.

Oh, and I auditioned for this DVD exercise/vocal thing last week, called The Broadway Warmup, and I was offered the job today. Nice.

In other news, the stranger with whom I unprecedentedly agreed to go on a date last week has been texting me. I did not, however, text him back today. I need to just say that I am not really interested in what he is interested in. Or I guess I could just not respond, but that sounds mean. Anyway, a pretty sad part is that I cannot, for the life of me, remember the guy’s name. So I refer to him among my friends by his area code. “I think I need to tell 917 that I am just not interested in any kind of romance,” I told David.

“Just don’t respond; 917 will get the message,” he replied.

But 917. How pitiful. Kind of funny, though, too.

peace

Posted by jessica on Jun 20, 2009 with No Comments
in Loved Ones, Thoughts and Feelings
as , , , , , , , , , , , , , ,

Drew.

Such a small word for such a big heart.
He’s a lifeline to me.
A mirror that reflects me in a way that is far too generous.
He’s not close right now, but he is, he is.
He’s right here, safe in my thoughts, causing me to smile for a reason that to all the world is unapparent. He’s the quick press of ten digits away; at work his voice is serious, his hey is a statement to let me know there are people around for whom and to whom he is responsible; in the car he is singing Jason Robert Brown or Coldplay or Seal and sometimes I hear a few of those notes as he answers and now he is free and happy in his jeep with the wheels that are taller than our nieces and nephews and he says hey with the promise of laughter in his voice; when he is home he is laying down, before sleep or right after, with a great orange cat mingling the sounds of purring with the soft tones of his voice as he calls me baby because now we are alone.
Or as alone as we’re going to get with two phones and a fat cat purring noisily between us.
And I–
I am content.
I am not sure of a whole lot of things, but I think I have made a few good decisions concerning God and Drew and trying not to let my fear have the final word.
I think I have lucked into one of the best tribes on earth.
At least I’d think that if I believed in luck.
And though I find myself in all sorts of interesting places,
I can count on that tribe, my family and friends, to remind me of who I am.
And there is peace in all of this.
Lots of great gulps of laughter, too; but always, peace.

normal, for now anyway.

Posted by jessica on Jun 2, 2009 with No Comments
in Uncategorized
as , , ,

Yeah, I thought the same thing at first.I thought that somewhere between the time I left Drew to start rehearsing for ACL and now he had become a wizard. Or a Jedi. So you can imagine my relief when I found out that he had simply bought himself a slanket. Or disappointment. Home is every [...]