Cherishing the Life I Live

Tonight I walked home through the foggy, silent, city. It was only 11:30, but most people had gone to sleep. The streets were quiet. Lights were out. I passed a pair of lovers kissing in an alley while his car was still running -- the only other two out at that hour. I came from a wine bar where I spent the evening chatting with my friend. The place was jumping. Music was playing, loudly, but not so much that conversation was inhibited and people simply posed rather than conversed. It was the good kind of busy -- busy with people who were simply out for the evening because they could be. My plans were spontaneous. I worked late and had deflected a few earlier emails from other friends sharing their Friday night plans. Asking if I wanted to meet up at different places around the city. I was tired today and I didn't plan to go out. As the day wore on I had a brief call with my dear friend and we made last second plans. I left work when I wanted to. Met my friend because it was exactly what I felt like doing. Even earlier today I received a call from a would-be lover. And last night I went out on a date with another. And while I was on the date with the potential other, I received a call from a lover from days gone by. I am not slutty; merely single. I can juggle people and it's acceptable for the boys from the days gone by to call and to leave messages that hint at the past we've shared or for the new ones to flirt with the days yet to come. This is my life and how I love it so. This week is typical. The players change and make for good conversation. I can do what I want to do, when I want to do it. No permissions. No check-ins. No explanations. No apologies.