crush is away since a week ago. i talked to him for an hour yesterday... i'm in love. i told him about my plan to leave the navy, and he was happy. i think he's sweet on me. he says that he thinks about me. i'll see him when he comes back next weekend. i love imagining what my life with him would be like, i love the way he balances my fire with his calm temper, the way he puts things in perspective for me, the way he listens while i rant about my neurosis, the way he accepts me for what i am, how supportive and gentle he is. his touch is truly the softest, most penetrating i've experienced. he makes my chromosomes do backflips.
new apartment, old stuff returns to light up my life. my box arrived marked up with italian paraphenalia. i like to think that people saw the boxes and thought that i had all of my stuff imported from italy.
watched abre los ojos on saturday- the precursor to vanilla sky. set in madrid, it made me long for the experience of living in a strange land where customs, food, people are all different. i'm of the opinion that anyone who has been to europe is more intelligent than her neighbor who stayed in the usa all her life. a girl who has lived in europe is a genious compared to her girlfriend who merely visited for a couple of weeks during a summer vacation.