Rain last night--- slow steady mist.

At midnight I went out on my balcony with a drink. There was someone in the pool--- the blonde girl from the garden apartment downstairs was swimming in the rain. I nodded to her and she motioned me down with her plastic cup of rum and cola. So I went down and talked.

I found out that her name was Aimee and that she was finishing an interior design degree. I sat there on the side of the pool in the rain and just listened to her talk about dance music and fashion and films while she balanced herself on one of those neon foam noodle things.

No--- didn't make a pass, didn't ask her upstairs. I just sat and smiled and talked and felt rain over my face and enjoyed talking. I stayed for an hour or so. It was a good time--- talking to a lovely girl in a mismatched bikini, of course, but also just being able to talk and not feel like age or looks made me too valueless to talk.

Small things count. They really do. A small thing by the pool last night. But something enjoyable--- just to be able to talk. It was a good night. Maybe there'll be more.