Different

Last night we tried out a new place, and it reminded us of an old. Brianne and I got the sampler, and the Oatmeal Stout was my favorite because it tasted like coffee. On the walk back to the car, there were some opposing opinions - boys against girls - and they kept me up late, thinking about people and personalities and falling in love. I wish I could say I came to a conclusion, but no such luck. I fell asleep marveling at differences - and trying to see them as a good thing.