Three Things, and a Cliff

Alon — Jordan's friend — came by today, and I made a point of giving them space. Last time I third-wheeled the whole visit and they never got to the stuff they actually needed to talk about, Alon's dating situation and all of it. So this time I hung back, and it worked: Jordan reported afterward that things got interesting. Later, hot-tubbing in the apartment's jacuzzi, he started reflecting on a bunch of attraction stuff himself, and we landed on three things.

The first is the willingness to be playful, to treat things as they come. That Ne playfulness is just so attractive — it reads as confidence but also curiosity for curiosity's sake, the sense that this person isn't worried they're missing out, or has so much of it to spare that they get to hold life lightly and invite you to do the same.

Second is the ability to think for others, to stand in someone else's shoes — the Fe of it. Jordan paid for everything last time we all met, the whole dinner. This time Alon didn't return the favor, didn't cover our pizza outing, and that was certainly something. Not damning, just noticeable.

And the third I added partly because I like how good things come in threes — my mentor, Professor Lorie, taught me that — the feeling that your life has a direction, that Ni/Te thing, that you're actually working toward something. Alon's missing a few of these. But I'm sure he'll get there. He has to.

Anyway, this morning we drove out to the coast near Santa Cruz and man, that was BEAUTIFUL. Beyond gorgeous. We got out on this cliff, high up over the beach, and it was so dangerous it was AMAZING — everywhere around you is a straight drop, but from that one vantage point you can see everything, all of it at once. I'm so glad we went.

The positive playlist hasn't repeated a single song yet. And I haven't really thought about Bryce at all today. I love that.