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This has been a horrible weekend. I can only post about it here because, basically, nobody here knows anyone involved, I suppose.
I'm trying to get back into dating, but it's difficult these days. I never seem to have any time, I work such a bad shift. On weekends, I've been going out with my friends, but all of my friends are REALLY hot. They are like, model hot. Like suicidegirl hot. They get hit on and I get stuck with the wing man. Every. Damn. Time. As if I don't know why he's there and why he's feigning interest in me.
There are people that I have been dating, but none of them are near me right now. Los Angeles is mighty far, even if I am there as frequently as I am. The other one might be too young for me... Who knows? All I know is my friends are calling me Mrs. Robinson over a five year age gap. He's a good kid.
Okay, I did just say kid. He's almost 21, I swear. Like within a couple of months.
I feel alone right now. I really need to make some friends. I need to make friends who don't make me feel self-conscious. I met a lovely gay boy last night who made me his fag hag, but well... that's all well and good, but how am I going to meet someone in a gay men's club. Very few lesbians at this bar. He sure as hell won't take me to the kind of place the ladies I like will be.
So much ranting, so little energy. I doubt anyone will finish reading this anyway. So there you have it.
Oh, if you are still reading this for whatever reason, I have some new pictures. Just a couple.
This has been a horrible weekend. I can only post about it here because, basically, nobody here knows anyone involved, I suppose.
I'm trying to get back into dating, but it's difficult these days. I never seem to have any time, I work such a bad shift. On weekends, I've been going out with my friends, but all of my friends are REALLY hot. They are like, model hot. Like suicidegirl hot. They get hit on and I get stuck with the wing man. Every. Damn. Time. As if I don't know why he's there and why he's feigning interest in me.
There are people that I have been dating, but none of them are near me right now. Los Angeles is mighty far, even if I am there as frequently as I am. The other one might be too young for me... Who knows? All I know is my friends are calling me Mrs. Robinson over a five year age gap. He's a good kid.
Okay, I did just say kid. He's almost 21, I swear. Like within a couple of months.
I feel alone right now. I really need to make some friends. I need to make friends who don't make me feel self-conscious. I met a lovely gay boy last night who made me his fag hag, but well... that's all well and good, but how am I going to meet someone in a gay men's club. Very few lesbians at this bar. He sure as hell won't take me to the kind of place the ladies I like will be.
So much ranting, so little energy. I doubt anyone will finish reading this anyway. So there you have it.
Oh, if you are still reading this for whatever reason, I have some new pictures. Just a couple.
Five years is not a huge age gap, don't worry about it.
Gay boys are great. I was a fag hag before I moved out here. I miss it. They can be decidedly lacking in helping a girl get laid though.