growing in the goo

The world reacts kindly to a cornflower blue sundress paired with a Syracuse baseball cap. Old people smiled, guys flirted, girls were friendly, metro station operators became forgiving, and a woman that reminded me of my Great Aunt Mary chatted with me.

But perhaps my grandma was the wrong audience. She liked my gold sandals, but when I told her that it set off the metal detector at the airport, and the security guard immediately knew that it were my shoes that had set it off, my grandma replied "Well, it's not as though you could be hiding anything under THAT."

Hint acknowledged!

I've really begun to relate to my aunts and uncles as humans, not just as aunts and uncles. Or rather...I've begun to confide in some of them, and ask for their advice, and have awesome actual conversations. Today I talked to my Uncle Bill about crime and safety in DC, and perceptions of safety. (So sue me, it's on my mind.) I talked to my Aunt Mary about guys, and confidence, and self-esteem, and told her what's been going on in my life. And she shared stories back. Good, interesting stories that showed that she understood.

Oh, and on the Metro bus to Dulles, a girl sat next to me. We began talking for some reason or another, and I gave her restaurant recommendations for DC. She told me that she was meeting her boyfriend at the airport - and I mean "meeting" in the truest sense of the word. They had met online on a democrat site, and clicked. After a month and a half of emails and phone conversations, she said that there's no doubt in her mind that he's the one.

We left at the base of an escalator - her going right, me going up. It was an awkward goodbye, I felt like we should have hugged or exchanged email addresses or something, because we got along so well in such a short time, and I was extremely curious as to how her love story would play out.

She was so sure. And I can't help but believe in her.

Here's to Jen & Eduardo! I hope their reality is even better than their dreams.