Monday, June 04, 2007

Playing Possum

Last week, a woman I know told me she is getting divorced after many years of marriage and asked me how I go about meeting guys. I launched into stories of my recent attempts at meeting men in all kinds of situations and was met with much laughter from the audience, except for the soon to be divorced woman. I looked at her and I felt badly as I MADE HER CRY! Hey, it is tough out there and the sooner she knows the reality of the situation the better. You have to develop an armadillo exterior if you want to get into the dating scene in SoCal. Even your girl Kat here has recently retreated a bit into her dog/knitting/friend world because the rejection was getting a bit rough for me as well. Not quite armadilloesque, more like a possum curled up in a self-protective ball. My Mojo is broken and rather than push this issue, I have decided to take a step back and wait out the storm. As we all know, the ineffable thing called "mojo" ebbs and flows. In the meantime, I have been very productive. Finished another sweater this weekend. Boy Gorgeous and I have decided to do a little experiment this month, no drinking. None. We are going to scientifically evaluate this experiment on these criterion; fat loss, money saved, frame of mind and general feeling of well-being. I am not so sure how I am going to do this month as I am a bit of an alcoholic (OK, OK, FULL BLOWN). I have done the math in the past, if I quit drinking beer, I would lose 187 lbs. in one year. This is going to be rough. I suppose going through alcohol withdrawl will keep my mind off of the fact that my pretend boyfriend is now unemployed with a real girlfriend and I have a fuck buddy that won't fuck me. Sigh, it is always something. Curling up in a ball and waiting for it to be safe again seems like a good idea to me.


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Duke said...

I read this, but you seemed to missed the status of smoking???? I don't know if you have actually done so...????

You know how much I hate the fact that you still hit up the cancer sticks. You gave me a titty-twister the last time I took your smokes away. I still owe you for that too.