alright, women problems:
way back in my early twenties "women troubles" meant "I don't know any women & the ones I do won't sleep with me boo-fucking-hoo"
then somewhere along the line a switch was flipped & lots of women who I'd like to sleep with also wanted to sleep with me.
& often we have, & it's been jolly good fun.
then another switch was flipped. making things complicated.
I met a girl a month or so ago who I'd dismissed on first sight as "not my type" in that she was model-pretty. 22, hot. in my mind, hot equals stupid nine times out of ten.
then we got to talking.
in this town "well-read" is rare. "liberal" is rare. "ambitious" "adventurous"--"curious"--these are all rare things, & she had them in spades.
past tense because she left town yesterday to seek her fortune in NYC.
then there's T. I think--I know--I love her. she's gorgeous, intelligent--she's pretty much everything I've been looking for.
someone in SLC emailed me a "friendster" request a couple of days ago & I responded & checked out my profile for the first time in several months & saw that T had, as her profile pic, one of us together (with Bobby, her wicked little kitty). she's heartbreakingly beautiful in the picture. I look like a malevolent goblin on the verge of imploding.
anyway--I love her--so why ain't I with her?
well--then there's A--a good friend of T's, who also likes me, who makes me ache with longing.
then there's M--a good friend of both T & A. M likes me lots. & is a virgin. & wants me, & T & A to take care of it.
& then there's R, 22, who works with M. who's offered to take me around the world & put a mint on my pillow afterward. who's married.
so. soon. decisions.
life, eh?
way back in my early twenties "women troubles" meant "I don't know any women & the ones I do won't sleep with me boo-fucking-hoo"
then somewhere along the line a switch was flipped & lots of women who I'd like to sleep with also wanted to sleep with me.
& often we have, & it's been jolly good fun.
then another switch was flipped. making things complicated.
I met a girl a month or so ago who I'd dismissed on first sight as "not my type" in that she was model-pretty. 22, hot. in my mind, hot equals stupid nine times out of ten.
then we got to talking.
in this town "well-read" is rare. "liberal" is rare. "ambitious" "adventurous"--"curious"--these are all rare things, & she had them in spades.
past tense because she left town yesterday to seek her fortune in NYC.
then there's T. I think--I know--I love her. she's gorgeous, intelligent--she's pretty much everything I've been looking for.
someone in SLC emailed me a "friendster" request a couple of days ago & I responded & checked out my profile for the first time in several months & saw that T had, as her profile pic, one of us together (with Bobby, her wicked little kitty). she's heartbreakingly beautiful in the picture. I look like a malevolent goblin on the verge of imploding.
anyway--I love her--so why ain't I with her?
well--then there's A--a good friend of T's, who also likes me, who makes me ache with longing.
then there's M--a good friend of both T & A. M likes me lots. & is a virgin. & wants me, & T & A to take care of it.
& then there's R, 22, who works with M. who's offered to take me around the world & put a mint on my pillow afterward. who's married.
so. soon. decisions.
life, eh?
