I would be hard pressed to find anything more
sad than eating my entire birthday cake
unless it was sitting in the cold, by myself,
watching Bridget Jones' Diary, eating my entire
birthday cake.
Well here it is again. The season all singletons
dread. The season when the weather conditions
of the earth itself call for coupling. And here I
find myself again alone and the only human prospects
for keeping warm are so obviously inappropriate for
me there is no room for confusion on that point.
While I do not miss the old days of having no
morals to stand in my way of finding a manly
chest to cuddle I must say I look back on them
now rather fondly.
Ah do I go through the list of names? Maybe
just their faces. Each of the lovely in their own
way. Some of them just plain sexy.
Years ago I was at an event at my church and we
had guys who were doing motorcycle tricks in the
parking lot. Well there was this one guy...
I posed as a church photographer and took many
pictures of him. Tall, blond, dangerous. All I can
ask for. I never did talk to him. I remember having
a moment where he was riding over to me and I
smiled and failed to wave him over so he drove away.
I am sure that I might have been able to procure a
date and maybe even some attachment free sex, but
I was glad I was past that. Oh so mature me. Oh so
lonely me.
Well I took one of those pictures and put it in a place
that I keep my hopes and dreams. There is also a
wedding ring. A clean bill of health. And a paid off
credit card.
I hadn't seen those things for over a year. Funny how
so many things change and so many things don't. I'd
still love to meet him. At this point I might step down
from my steed of morality for just one evening of
warm hands on my face. On my waist. On my...
Or maybe I wouldn't. Either way- Merry Christmas to
all and to all who are alone - a good night.