Full Time Hot Chickable Companionship With No Strings Attached

On Wednesday night, I found myself sitting next to Aubree on the patio outside my apartment.  She was playing the ukulele and sang songs she picked up from past shows she’s done.  We sipped tea and watched the neighbourhood go by.  It was a perfect moment.

She’s been crashing on my couch for the past week, taking advantage of being in Toronto so she could set up meetings to advance her career.  We’re both from Regina, but we only began hanging out when she moved to Stratford (an hour from Toronto) in February.  Our friendship’s grown to the point where I’m comfortable to let her and her boyfriend stay in my place when I take off for a trip to Regina in May.

Having a hot chick around, whom I wasn’t trying to bed on some subconscious level was incredibly relaxing.  We doted on each other a bit, prepared meals, sat together for mornings on the patio, went for walks and otherwise just hung out.  No end game to it.  No expectation.  Full time hot chickable companionship without any strings attached.  It’s been a very long time since I felt that.

Aubree’s visit reminded me of my best moments with Nadia, whom I lived with for 18 months immediately after PJ and I ended our marriage.  Nadia was going through a divorce too.  There was nothing sexual or romantic about our very close friendship.

We confided in each other.  She picked out clothes for me when I went out on dates.  She took me out.  I cooked for her.  I read to her.  At times, she even cried on my shoulder.  I grew incredibly from those times, and look back on ’em fondly.

It was moving to have a little taste of something like that again with Aubree.

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