So I was walking through Harlem on the way to the subway and I don’t know what sparked the thought (most likely whatever song was playing on my iPhone at the time) but it crossed my mind that more than four years ago, I was looking at engagement rings.
I can’t imagine this current version of myself being married, getting engaged or even getting to the point of thinking, “Do I want to spend the rest of my life with this person?” (I can barely tolerate people for more than 2 hours).
But four years ago, I was that guy.
In retrospect, I wish I blogged more about being that guy. I did in the old version of this site (that was more in the early going/lovey-dovey shit) but I usually avoided it because she would read this blog and so I censored myself.
Now I would love to remember what it was like.