So, here I am in a city many times the population that which I am used to, living with my girlfriend for the first time in years (2), and even just having finished my first OK Cupid date (with a poly couple) and after having seen a friend from Juneau for tea earlier in the day...and I'm overwhelmed by how alone I am. Surrounded by people, lovely people, amazing people...I was at Belmont Station, my favorite beer joint (1300 bottles and more taps than you bother counting, but I think it's 20+) after my OKC date, and there was a "gang" of leather-and-black wearing individuals with matching insignia on the backs, riding scooters, with animal ears/covers on their helmets (no, they weren't real animals, just the plush variety). They talked about things I cared about, were having fun with friends, and were obviously a ridiculous group of hedonists. And all I wanted to do was take my cruiser-bike-riding ass over to their table and tell them that they were awesome and that I wanted to be their friend...
And then it hit me. I don't just need lovers, partners, and friends...I need them WITH ME. And thus, a whole new level of "oh, dear...oh, jeeze...what have I done..." enveloped me.
SO, with that, I venture off into Saturday night once more, to see if I can conjure up some interesting, if not entertaining, communion with another human being. Good luck city, good luck stars...
