Thursday, February 04, 2010
I was going to introduce a cast of characters however, I am toying with the idea of creating a new place for my ramblings. There are persons who have a reoccurring role in this sitcom I call my life with whom I am not comfortable writing in front of so it remains to be seen if or how long I will call this my home.
Mountains, booze, hot tub and me so who knows what the hell will come out of that be it from my lens or from my fingers.
My one and only, recently single, (girl)friend was explaining to me that she went to Victoria Secret to purchase new panties for what is probably to be a generous helping of rebounds and I wanted to puke. New panties? Really? Are guys really hung up on that kind of shit? Is it possible to give up before even starting? Perhaps I shouldnt even concern myself with things that are to come (much) later down the road but right now I cant help but to think about what exactly my future has in store for me.
Mountains, booze, hot tub and me so who knows what the hell will come out of that be it from my lens or from my fingers.
My one and only, recently single, (girl)friend was explaining to me that she went to Victoria Secret to purchase new panties for what is probably to be a generous helping of rebounds and I wanted to puke. New panties? Really? Are guys really hung up on that kind of shit? Is it possible to give up before even starting? Perhaps I shouldnt even concern myself with things that are to come (much) later down the road but right now I cant help but to think about what exactly my future has in store for me.
Wednesday, February 03, 2010
36 and single.....one word. Fuck!
And I wish I could be a little bit more eloquent than, "fuck" but truly, there are no words to describe the sheer magnitude for 36 and single. And not only single but single for the first time in literally, it's been so long I cannot recall the last time I was alone. And if we're being honest, I'm not even sure I have EVER been truly single except for that time when I was 9 and really concentrating on the 4th grade. And even if I COULD remember being single, the only thing that remains the same from way back when are my fingerprints.
To even think that perhaps one day in the very far off future there might be a day when I toy with the possibility of the idea that dating could potentially be an option that I could be interested in, breeds nothing but anxiety and fear. Can a douche bag smell fear like a shark smells blood? Where is the chainmail, cage and spear gun when a girl needs em?
The woman I have become is only a slight iteration of the girl I used to be. The rules that I SORT of remember about dating might as well have been penned with quill and ink on parchment paper. Boys are now technically men and I am in my sexual prime.
Jesus Christ....we are in trouble!
And I wish I could be a little bit more eloquent than, "fuck" but truly, there are no words to describe the sheer magnitude for 36 and single. And not only single but single for the first time in literally, it's been so long I cannot recall the last time I was alone. And if we're being honest, I'm not even sure I have EVER been truly single except for that time when I was 9 and really concentrating on the 4th grade. And even if I COULD remember being single, the only thing that remains the same from way back when are my fingerprints.
To even think that perhaps one day in the very far off future there might be a day when I toy with the possibility of the idea that dating could potentially be an option that I could be interested in, breeds nothing but anxiety and fear. Can a douche bag smell fear like a shark smells blood? Where is the chainmail, cage and spear gun when a girl needs em?
The woman I have become is only a slight iteration of the girl I used to be. The rules that I SORT of remember about dating might as well have been penned with quill and ink on parchment paper. Boys are now technically men and I am in my sexual prime.
Jesus Christ....we are in trouble!
