How else could I tell it...???

1. Sweet Pea Rodney, my South Carolina buddy who I’ve loved for 6 years, graduated from Coker College yesterday with his Bachelors in Business Administration and Sociology. Congrats, Rodney, I’m SO proud of you!!! Next I want him to move out of South Carolina!
2. Went by the parents house yesterday and Mi Mi wasn’t there. The little critter has quite the social life. He was with his father at his father’s home. Everyone agrees Mi Mi looks like me and Karen says he loves tasting his fingers. Baby fingers are the bomb!
3. Its 9 o’clock in the PM and all I’ve eaten today is breakfast. I’ve got to do better with myself.
4. Tomorrow I begin the search for a new grad program. I’m nauseous of doing things that just don’t suit me.

Today Jerome, better known as WomiE, moved into my apartment in Pilsen. The idea is for us to stay here until we find a suitable enough place to house us or until we move from the city. I’ve given Vinny roughly until June first to find a place to bunk though I can see Vinny remaining for much longer than June. Jerome and Vinny seem to like each other. Remember Vinny is the straight roommate.

Anywho!—WomiE and I hitched up the truck and drove out to Riverdale, where he was staying with his best friend Joe and Joe's lover Breck, to collect some of his things. Joe owns a 3 bedroom house and dog in Riverdale. The house in wonderful but the dog is awesome.

Jerome and I have been seeing each other for the past month or so. I couldn’t tell you how it even happened. What I remember is that one day we were angry and the next we were at dinner. Jerome had text’d my phone about something so random, we weren’t even speaking at the time. I responded abruptly with a short message laden with attitude and he backed off. After I thought about it I followed that message up with an email apologizing for being so frank and he accepted. Somehow in the course of that conversation we talked ourselves into a night out.

I called off that Monday night from work and Jerome and I ate soul food in the hood and had cocktails in Boystown. He spent the night that evening and I won’t concern you with all the gory details of what it felt like touching a man whom I thought I’d never again touch in that manner…but what I will say is that it felt like home.

We’ve since spent this time informing all the middle-ground people we’ve involved ours with that he and I have been working things through and now today he moved in.

Not much of a story, I know, but how else could I tell it? I promise to keep you posted.

P.S. my instructor JUST called and admitted to making an oversight. I didn’t fail at all, rather I earned a B. I’m back in business!!!!