July 24, 2018:
Afternoon light, East County.
Backroads, mailboxes, a pond between steep hills.
My gf seems round, pudgy even, the way the light lands from one side. Her smile is sincere, she likes me, maybe it's love for a minute and we do use that word.
Her mother warns me: she'll mooch. Indeed she does, and although we're together for over a year the mooching wears more and more until I finally break it off. She's sad but she lives. In two months she has a new bf who pays her rent.
She doesn't believe it's about mooching. She thinks I love my ex-gf. She doesn't believe she mooches, so, that explanation must therefore be false.
It's true, though. Allkindsa bigtime.