One of the reasons I wanted to go to Vegas for Christmas was to spend some time with someone I met a couple of months ago.
I’ve been hesitant to talk about it, mostly because it just didn’t seem real. I had no plans on meeting anyone, had no thought of ever getting involved in a romantic relationship again.
But I have. His name is Chris, he’s a Dodger fan, and wow. Typing it makes it real.
Steve would be really proud of me. He always wanted me to acknowledge that life would go on after his likely death, and I always resisted the notion. Of course, Steve wouldn’t approve of a Dodger fan, but you can’t have everything.
I am starting 2010 in a much different place than I started 2009. Someone wish me luck. I need it.