I start a slow jog towards beautiful Lake Michigan, which is a lovely azure color this time of the year. I then begin the grueling process of over analyzing every single detail from last night and the events leading up to it. The bathroom…I am not even sure where to start. As far as Morgan goes, I am pretty sure she has done this before-I mean with a woman. It definitely did not feel like she was new at this or anything. I wonder what she considers herself to be. This is where my struggle lies.
When I think about last night, I feel giddy, like I can’t wait to see her again. Over the past twenty years, swimming has been my life. I have never really ever given much thought to my love life other than always assuming (like everyone else had) that I would one day end up married to a man with c
