A friend and her boyfriend were visiting me from out of town. They left earlier today. The boyfriend was a bit dubious of me, at first, I think. I imagined he was wondering if R (the woman) and I had been intimate in the past because he seemed to get a little anxious every time he heard about how much fun we had during her previous visit. Over the weekend it seemed he became relaxed and unguarded. I think it was a mixture of simply sharing experiences, talking, telling stories that let him feel at east.
At any rate, it was very nice and really wonderful to share my life and apartment with friends. I do that far too rarely.
Evidence of a friendly universe: conversation.
Q