Convoluted

"Fuck it, I'm leaving now," I text to L. I pack my bags, leave work and head for her place. It's 5:00 in the afternoon but the rush hour traffic is all heading in the opposite direction. She greets me at the door. I grab her in a hug and linger there with my arms around her. She gives me a beer. She is drinking a Cosmo and unloading the dishwasher.

"Let me tell you a story..." I begin. And we talk, and we talk. Well-- mostly I talk. Hours pass like minutes. We talk about #1, my job, her relationship, the economy. Talking with L is like have an extend visit with a Psychologist. She is well read, accepting and knowledgeable. She doesn't try to provide any answers but she keeps me from talking in circles.

Then I realize how long it's been since I've really just talked to someone and unloaded my thoughts. 11:00 comes. She is ready for bed. I am hesitant to leave but I know I've over stayed my visit.