tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21607647.post-1138425180452341682006-01-27T23:52:00.000-05:002006-01-28T00:13:54.376-05:00When I took my baby steps out of the closet, I had hoped to find love quickly. Foolish romantic that I am, I dreamt of how everything common in life becomes uncommon and lives on forever in my mind when the one that I love is next to me. Love made its absence felt very strongly, despite my being in the closet and my lack of experience in matters of intimacy. It's not like a good book, where in order to know its value you have to read it. The desire for love is naturally felt, without need for nurture.<br /><br />And although it's fairly recent that I've become open to dating, I am fearful that love will take its time to come my way. Places where people go to meet other people feel so contrived to me, and so difficult really for me to meet any meaningful person. These days I long for the time when I was back in college or grad school, when friends hung out or went to classes together, and where attraction was more natural and a relationship could develop more conducively.<div class="blogger-post-footer"> http://evol-esum.blogspot.com/googlec5b742f4e4b6b786.html</div>Evol Esumhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16100920482706389765noreply@blogger.com