Birthday

So another one has come and gone and I think I made it through this one without crying  into a pint of soy ice cream. Wait I don’t think I’ve ever done that. Im more a Hendricks or Jamesons. And that I had a lot of.

I started the weekend off by taking thursday and friday off because I had reached my vacation limit of 320 hours. Yes I work too much. Thrsday was a fun day of going to get my brakes fixed and putting together a bunch of furniture at my mother’s house. Wheeeee.

This post is rife with sarcasm btw.

I dont even know what I did that night but it probably involved alcohol and LOTRO or a book.

Friday was hanging out at the mall with my friend and then heading back to her house to watch cheesy movies. Like girl cheesy movies. That all involve love. And finding that one guy. So, yes, as I was sitting there watching some Cinderella-esqe update with Hillary Duff and she finds the love of her life I get all misty eyed. I’ve deemed this situation White Horse syndrome. I think I read that somewhere. I want a man to come by and sweep me off my feet and actually add something to my life. I know that this is an impossiblilty and that everyone, even something I read this morning on gay.com, says not to expect perfection but I really don’t think that I’ve asking for too much. And if the real dates that I’ve been on recently are any indication, I’m going to invest in a lot of lube because it’s goin to be masturbation for me. But I’m still going to try. I won’t give up. I think that’s why I get along with my friends in a happy sexual way. Well used to. One moved away and the sexual part was downgraded to just friendship with the other. Where was I going with this…

Saturday, the actual birthday, I was torn with what to do. I ended up going to Harper’s Ferry and walking around and doing some good brain cleansing. It was nice. Came home, began to clean the house and then went to Town with a friend. It was ok. I just don’t like a lot of people. Not like crowds, I don’t mind them, I just really generally hate people. Gay people especially since I am gay and see a lot of them.

Sunday met with the mom for breakfast then a movie. Met a friend for dinner. Got a text from the-one-that-got-away who sent a pic of his 1 year old son. It was actually very nice and the kid was so cute. Being that he and I dated like 17 years ago and my memory is distorted he may not have been the-one-that-got-away but he was my first love and broke my heart. Or I let him or maybe I broke it so he wouldn’t be able to. Whatever. We’re friends.

The dating will continue. Or not. Who knows. I’m more excited about saving for a new computer than I am meeting a guy so that could be indicitive of something I suppose.