I always have jokes about Brooklyn. How me traveling outside of Manhattan involves me “leaving the island”. The fact that my world is a cozy four-block radius pocket of midtown; anywhere that I can’t get to on foot is essentially far.

Seldom, I cross waters to visit Brooklyn. I have tribal members in the Williamsburg and Green Point areas. But truth be told, I don’t visit as much as I should.

Now, to everyone’s disbelief, I’ve paired up with a completely stunning, 6’3″, Italian man in Bensonhurst. I’ve been smiling since Friday.

Things are looking up blog family, Brooklyn – who knew?

Friday night he brought me flowers and as he sipped a whiskey at the piano bar downstairs and I enjoyed dirty Belvedere martinis, I already knew I’ve never met anyone like him.

He brought me a blank notebook and pen on our first date, if that’s not love – then I’m still uncertain what is.

We’ve kissed on boardwalks and zoomed in taxi cabs, spring is certainly in the air. At last.

I’m also counting days to Australia after the recent coming and going of one of my favorite people. As the world would have it, my new companion has family in Australia. He’s visited in the past, I’ll likely take him in the future.

In the meantime, he’s been showing me beaches during handheld strolls. He read Poetry Volume Three which I accidentally left at his apartment after an extra tequila shot. I’m funny about my poetry, anyone can read my gritty stories – poetry is a different place for me.

Never the less, it’s approaching 9am. I need to go down the street and write reports for a bit. I hope you all have a blessed Wednesday. x

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