Purple, Part 2, is finished, and sent to my beta reader for corrections.

And now for the less important, and much longer, part of my post.

Yesterday I went to meet the staff of the new camera shop I am now under the employment of. They were a genial bunch, consisting of an old friend of Charles', Ray (the manager), his wife Margie, a college student Cassandra (Cassy), and Randy, a freckle-faced boy who comes in a few shifts every week to take care of Passport photos. This was a portion of their small staff, the rest of whom I've yet to meet.

The interesting person is Cassy. I've been flirted with, have flirted with, and have seen enough flirting to correctly differentiate between friendly and overly-friendly. Cassy is of the latter category. Being the young and single man I informed them all that I was, I can understand it. There is nothing wrong with Cassy. She's perky, if not a bit rambunctious and confident, is a fellow coffee-lover, an admirable photographer, and rather pretty. Why not flirt back? Why not meet up some time later in the week at a Barnes and Nobles and discuss our favorite authors over a fresh cup of coffee?

Karin was an interesting person, as she had girlish habits, but was more of a male in personality. I'm not saying she was dominatrix (boo hiss, Peanut Gallery, boo hiss), but she rarely showed any strong or wayward emotion, liked to take control of things, and had a simple mindset. She also took care of me, and I her. That is what I need, and what Jasper had once provided. I do not give comfort or support very well; I need it. I'm more of the female in a relationship than a male, and I'm sure that after a month or so, Cassy would come to realize this.

I need comfort. I need lots of love, lots of caring for, and at frequent intervals, someone to help or someone to choose things for me. It's a unique need, and perhaps the reason as to why I now call myself "gay". Not that women are needy, just me. Oh fuck it, I can't make that statement politically correct if I sat up all night over it.

So perhaps a date with Cassy would help me let go of this needy feeling in me. Perhaps it will crash and burn around my ears. Perhaps (no, I know) I'm on the rebound.

I miss Jasper.

How did this entry get to that? I'm stopping now.