How’s your summer been? Mine has been busy.
I’m writing this from the ferry, coming home from a long weekend in Provincetown. The day before I left, I was rafting in Harper’s Ferry. The weekend before, I was in Atlanta for yet another funeral, this time for an aunt who had long suffered from Alzheimer’s. That is just a taste of how my summer has been, and why I needed a blogging sabbatical. (Though some would argue I’ve been on a perpetual sabbatical.)
The biggest news is I finally found a job in the city. I’m still developing software, but now for a small start-up in Georgetown… one of my co-workers described us as the eCommerce version of “Do you want fries with that?” Not entirely accurate, but that is probably the briefest explanation I could give. I love working in the land of the $10 salad, though it has made getting to the boathouse tough, since there is no subway in G-Town, and Metrobus is not very reliable. Still, it’s been wonderful to be able to meet friends for lunch or drink after work, without the stress of commuting back from Tyson’s.
Like most times I have been to P-Town, this weekend has been fantastic. I spent part of the weekend crashing with my gracious hosts, Steve and Alan, and the rest at the Brass Key. (They had overlapping guests this weekend.) I didn’t mind, though, as I booked this trip fairly late in the season, and I was able schedule a massage on-site at the Brass Key, which was just what the doctor ordered. I was able to make it kayaking, lounge seaside, of course the usual blur of tea dances and bar hopping, plus lovely cookout thrown by friends from LA of Steve’s friend Eric.
I’ve always been drawn to the Cape, even as a young child, and for some reason, I always seem to unexpectedly run into friends whenever in Provincetown. This trip, my friends Mike and Michael were finishing up a week in P-Town when I arrived, so I was able to hang out with them. A guy I dated in my 20’s now has a place in Provincetown, so I’ve run into him, along with acquaintances from DC who are visiting him. I’ve even run into old friends from college walking down Commercial Street. It just always feels like home. As I sit here, sadly watching Provincetown disappear into the horizon, I just can’t shake the thought that I need to plant some routes there. Not permanent or full time roots, just some place I can somewhat call my own, some place that I can call home away from home. I’m not sure how I could pull that rabbit outta my hat, but there has to be a timeshare or other way I can get a little piece of P-Town.
Something strange, though, happened this weekend. Since Scott and I ended, I have been defiantly single. When people would ask me why I was single, I’d simply say “Because I that’s the way I want it now.” I travel when and where I want, do the things I want to do, without worrying about someone else’s schedule, preferences, quirks, etc., or feeling guilty about not including my partner. This weekend, though, I really missed having someone there to enjoy such a fantastic outing. For the first time in two years, I felt somewhat incomplete. I guess I’m ready to start seriously dating again. I actually start dating shortly after the Stonewall Regatta freed up my time. There was one guy, Bill, who truly took my breath away. Unfortunately, that didn’t work out, and I was a little hurt. I’ve had a few other dates, but none other than Bill gave me the butterflies in my belly that usually starts all my relationships.
Bill may have been a heap of a mess, but he did remind me of what love at first site feels like, reminded me of what it like to want to spontaneously hold someone’s hand, and to feel so deeply for someone, that they are the only thing you want to think about. So, I guess I’m officially available for dates. And if my first few dates are any indication, I’m a great first date 
