I figured something out.
I think each of my boys on this path is a clue that I am on the right path to my person.
Popeye is saying all the things I want to hear from my person, his natural freak and how he reveals it matches mine, but he is not my person.
When I say that people are like “What! He could be!” (I fucking hate that, love my friends, hate when they say that) And he’s not, it doesn’t mean he is a horrible man. He’s actually wonderful. We just don’t have to do any of the hard stuff, living halfway across the country from each other.
He’s becoming a good friend.
Moving forward: I wonder if he will go deeper with me…










