I'm writing more than I've written in years. Alas, none of it will make it to this blog, at least, not any time soon, especially because diaryland is crap.
I'm learning several valuable life lessons. Chief among them is the old adage, "nice guys finish last." Few things are more frustrating than pulling a genuine, caring, sweet, attentive, nice guy routine slowly and steadily for days, only to watch some other guy tickle her coochie while she's drunk at one party well enough to keep her when she's sober. Damn. Still, it's hardly something I take seriously. Angels fly because they take themselves lightly, and I'm tailing the crosswinds of a 747.
Incidentally, I've got a half dozen solid friends out here (I'll get into their stories sometime later - blame lack of time and DLand) and they're all either gay guys or straight girls. Straight guys don't seem to take well to me, nor I to them - not that I mind. Beer guzzling and grunting are hardly my forte.
Um, and other things, which I'll get into later but not now. Am considering getting my own dot-com, or at least another blog, because diaryland just isn't cutting it.
Things to see, people to do.