I met a Libra named Sly tonight at gay coffee. She’s a nonstop talker and probably has the shortest attention span of anyone I’ve ever met – myself included. Pa-tri-ci-a has counted how many times I can change the subject in a row before, it ended up being something like 5 times within about 30 seconds. I think Sly can top that. She’s like the definition of attention deficit disorder, and I was completely fascinated. She does something with the military, and when she’s off duty she works for our local convention center setting up and tearing down sets – laying carpet, hanging drapes, and assembling snap-together furniture. She has traveled far and wide, putting twice as many miles on her car in six months than I put on mine in a year! Eight or so states left to go before she has seen all 50. It wasn’t long before I was hooked.
Sly is a tall, lean chap with mediumish length brown hair, but she’s clearly the type to put it up in a baseball cap. Wearing a hoodie and a jacket, she ranted into the cold air about this and that. I listened actively, interjecting where I could. Usually when people talk nonstop, I get annoyed when they don’t let me say my piece. But I was content, tonight. When she was about to leave, she found me and slugged a big hug on me with her long arms, and said she was glad to meet me. I’m getting better at this making friends with strangers thing, what a fantastic feat for s girl like me who is an inner extrovert struggling with outer shyness!