So this is Life??

A lunch date and The Summer of Love 05

Well, it's been 31 days since Quinton, the love of my so-called life, walked out on me. I guess I'm dealing with things as well as one can. I still don't know how to feel about it. There are so many different implications that go along with what happened. I could probably write a story (hmmmm...). At any rate, school is pretty much a wrap. I;m sittin gin the computer lab, just finished all the major things that I had to do for the semester. And I'm thinking about the date that I'm going on tomorrow

What's this? Date? It happened just randomly. I was inducted into an honor society a couple of weeks ago and the keynote speaker was a very young (older than me but young) man who basically bored me to tears.

I was walking to my sociology class last night when he was in the hallway. He said the Islamic greeting to me and I just looked at him weird. He asked me if I was muslim and I said no. So he asks what's up with my headwrap. Headwraps are actually a form of functional fashion to me, and they also serve as an excuse for me to not do my hair. I told him that a a friend of mine (who is Muslim) taught me how to do it. He then invited me to lunch. I accpeted and I gave him my number.

I saw him today while I was on my way to class. And something about him is just too cool for me. He seems to suave. Something about the whole thing makes me a little uneasy.

Anyways, my semester is ending. I have a final next week that I know I'm gonna completely destroy. And I have to start packing to move out of my apartment. But I figure that I'm going to do all that my Tuesday night. Wed, Thurs, and Fri, I'm going to explore the city. I have a monthly bus pass and I figure that I'm gonna use it. I always wondered where certain buses went and next week is going to be my chance to find out. I figure these little Baltimore mini-adventures will be the perfect kick-off for the Summer of Love.

How did the Summer of Love come about:

One day, while riding in the car with Quinton, he was telling me about one summer where he was able to get together with all of his friends and just chill. He spent most of that drunk and he doesn't remember much of what happened. But he remembers that it was a great summer.

That's the kind of summer that I have already made up in my mind that I'm going to have. The Summer of Love has absolutely nothing to do with romance. That couldn't be any further from my mind. It's just about having the best summer possible. Spending time with family and friends, reconnecting with self. Quinton was, without a doubt, my first love. But he's gone now. I don't know if he'll ever come back to me and I can't really think about it. Life goes one, and so do I. The Summer of Love is my first major attempt at getting over Quinton