Matt, this is a blog for you. Actually, it’s kind of an explanation. After some contemplation on the subject (about four hours), I decided I would make this a blog. Please note that it is a preferred readers only blog, which means four people can see it, and Maggie and yourself (obviously) know what’s going on anyway, and the other two people will not intrude on this, if they even know what we’re talking about.

For the sake of my sanity, I felt the little rant I went on tonight needed to happen. I guess my powers of repression are not as good as I once thought they were. I haven’t been able to talk about the whole situation since it played out, with you or with anyone else, really, so if it sounded like an overdramatic emo-esque rant, that is the reason why. And I’m sorry I had to bring the whole thing up again. I’m just one of those people who needs to mull over things for quite some time before coming to a logical, well thought-out conclusion. Basically what I’m trying to say is that I said what I needed to say to you because a) I needed to say it and b) I thought you deserved to hear it.

Now to the more important part: I probably came across as sounding like I wasn’t sure if I wanted to associate with you anymore. If I did, I want you to know that is completely opposite of what I want. I want to stay friends with you, and I don’t want you to feel like you have to change anything or do anything different around me. I think we had a connection there for a while and I want to keep that. I want to be the friend that you go to first when you have any problems (I think we were to that point for a little bit and if so, I want to maintain that). I like talking with you. I like hanging out with you. I love taking you and Misty to the drag shows and I especially want to continue any form of dirty dancing at said drag shows because I think we both enjoy that a lot (at least I do, plus I don’t think inhibitions or hesitations brought on by extraneous circumstances should exist on the dance floor anyway).

I want things to be the same, if you’re comfortable with it and you think it’s possible.

And I can’t decide whether or not to keep this little bit of divulgence or delete it (I’m typing it up in the hotel, obviously), but I’ll probably keep it.

I hope you don’t mind me blogging this, either.

Okay, that’s all I’ve got.