Daniel called me yesterday. I’d known that he was getting married, to a very fierce and cool as fuck gal who could almost beat his ass if she ever needed to. She won’t; he’s never hit a woman, well, well, not unless she asked for it during sex. They’re coming out to the West Coast for their honeymoon, and I’ll get to see them.
How strange (but also kinda cool) when the rowdy ones rowdy on down. I’ve always known that he wanted a family, since family is so important to him that he moved back home to care for his ailing grandmother after his grandfather died. It’s nice that he’s found a girl who allows him to be who is while attracting him enough that who he is is not *quite* so promiscuous as before.
I met Daniel when I was 19. He was in the drama department with my best and oldest friend, Sally, We’ve been friends since like 7th grade. Our lives have taken radically different paths through the years, yet we’ve always kept in touch. When she was considering cheating on her husband and/or leaving him (she didn’t) I was the one she turned to for advice.