Last night, B. and I consummated our love. I do not want to sully that sacred moment by recounting details. If I did that, it would seem less like a transcendent moment, and more like a letter to Hustler.

I will say that I stayed the night and that we slept in late and then we just hung around her apartment and talked (among other things) until late in the morning, and that’s why I am not posting until now.

Someone commented a week or two ago that I should stop writing this blog, since I’m no longer "So Very Alone." As of now, I think that’s a valid point.