This is Lucy, my parents’ dog. I am seriously considering giving up on men completely and just getting a dog. They are loyal, adorable, smart, and will love you unconditionally. They do, however, have to be housebroken. I guess there are pros and cons to both . . .
This is Lucy, my parents’ dog. I am seriously considering giving up on men completely and just getting a dog. They are loyal, adorable, smart, and will love you unconditionally. They do, however, have to be housebroken. I guess there are pros and cons to both . . .
My friend’s response to my wise-ass comment about being “truly available” in the previous post:
Yes, and I want to be there for that moment.
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Love you, Coda!
My friend’s response to my wise-ass comment about being “truly available” in the previous post:
Yes, and I want to be there for that moment.
x
Love you, Coda!
I have the best friends in the world. I truly do. For my birthday last year, my friend Jay colluded to get 22 people, including my brother and sister, to all chip in to buy me an iPod. I had mentioned to him in passing one day that I wanted to save up for one. Every time I listen to it, I realize how fortunate I am.
My wonderful, giving, supportive friends, however, are not always the best in giving dating advice. I am slowly becoming the minority among my friends as they all are pairing off. They all swear up and down they are going to set me up with someone, despite the fact that all their friends are in a relationship or gay. They give me insightful advice:
i’m sure, if you make your self truly available, that a good relationship is around the corner.
my response:
How do I make myself “truly available?” Does that involve standing on the street, naked, shouting “are there any normal, non-committment-phobic, straight men over the age of 30 in this godforsaken city?” I’m not sure I’m ready for that at the moment.
Okay, okay, that’s a little unfair. They all mean well, but it doesn’t get me any closer to finding a healthy, stable relationship with a cute, smart, funny, outgoing guy with solid values. Where are these people hiding? Certainly not online. I’m done with that. My dad suggested “trying new activities.” Well, the two activities that have taken up most of my time in the past few years are cycling — primarily AIDS Rides — and self-defense. So I have met great gay men and straight women, none of whom seem to have any appropriate straight male friends.
Where does this leave me? I will keep trying. I will persevere. I will NOT give up.
I am, however, making a long reading list and finding projects for the winter that I can complete while never leaving my apartment, just in case . . .
I have the best friends in the world. I truly do. For my birthday last year, my friend Jay colluded to get 22 people, including my brother and sister, to all chip in to buy me an iPod. I had mentioned to him in passing one day that I wanted to save up for one. Every time I listen to it, I realize how fortunate I am.
My wonderful, giving, supportive friends, however, are not always the best in giving dating advice. I am slowly becoming the minority among my friends as they all are pairing off. They all swear up and down they are going to set me up with someone, despite the fact that all their friends are in a relationship or gay. They give me insightful advice:
i’m sure, if you make your self truly available, that a good relationship is around the corner.
my response:
How do I make myself “truly available?” Does that involve standing on the street, naked, shouting “are there any normal, non-committment-phobic, straight men over the age of 30 in this godforsaken city?” I’m not sure I’m ready for that at the moment.
Okay, okay, that’s a little unfair. They all mean well, but it doesn’t get me any closer to finding a healthy, stable relationship with a cute, smart, funny, outgoing guy with solid values. Where are these people hiding? Certainly not online. I’m done with that. My dad suggested “trying new activities.” Well, the two activities that have taken up most of my time in the past few years are cycling — primarily AIDS Rides — and self-defense. So I have met great gay men and straight women, none of whom seem to have any appropriate straight male friends.
Where does this leave me? I will keep trying. I will persevere. I will NOT give up.
I am, however, making a long reading list and finding projects for the winter that I can complete while never leaving my apartment, just in case . . .
Over the weekend, I told a few folks about the rebirth of my weblog. Reactions ranged from “cool — take a look at mine, too!” to “a what?” Some thought I was brave for putting my life out into the public:
16:57] X: impressive
[16:57] X: it’s great that you are doing that.
[16:57] Me: are you serious?
[16:57] X: sure
[16:57] X: i think it’s amazing
[16:58] Me: not that impressive — sooooo many people do it
[16:58] X: i couldn’t do that
[16:58] Me: why not
[16:58] X: i just don’t want to talk about anything with everyone
[16:58] X: putting your whole life out there and such
[16:58] X: couldn’t do it
Well — I will not be “putting my whole life out there.” First of all, I am still deciding who to tell about this thing, and lord knows I do NOT want my parents and siblings reading about my sex life or lack thereof. I am pretty sure they don’t want to read about it either. Blecch. I will not be sharing my deepest, darkest secrets, fears, and insecurities here. Those will stay buried and repressed where they belong. I will share musings, insights, attempts at wit and humor, and general trials and tribulations of daily life. (I’m still searching for a gimmick — see earlier post). Until then, I blather and blog away. Enjoy.
Over the weekend, I told a few folks about the rebirth of my weblog. Reactions ranged from “cool — take a look at mine, too!” to “a what?” Some thought I was brave for putting my life out into the public:
16:57] X: impressive
[16:57] X: it’s great that you are doing that.
[16:57] Me: are you serious?
[16:57] X: sure
[16:57] X: i think it’s amazing
[16:58] Me: not that impressive — sooooo many people do it
[16:58] X: i couldn’t do that
[16:58] Me: why not
[16:58] X: i just don’t want to talk about anything with everyone
[16:58] X: putting your whole life out there and such
[16:58] X: couldn’t do it
Well — I will not be “putting my whole life out there.” First of all, I am still deciding who to tell about this thing, and lord knows I do NOT want my parents and siblings reading about my sex life or lack thereof. I am pretty sure they don’t want to read about it either. Blecch. I will not be sharing my deepest, darkest secrets, fears, and insecurities here. Those will stay buried and repressed where they belong. I will share musings, insights, attempts at wit and humor, and general trials and tribulations of daily life. (I’m still searching for a gimmick — see earlier post). Until then, I blather and blog away. Enjoy.
My family has long ridiculed me for not liking goat cheese. I keep trying to like it — I swear! Well, I finally found one I can actually say that I like. Had it recently at ‘inoteca (the sous-chef from Lupa, who was very soused when I met him, decided to share his cheese plate with me). Note the butterfat content, which is probably why I like it.
The Food Section: Shopping List: Coach Farm Triple Cream Goat Cheese
My family has long ridiculed me for not liking goat cheese. I keep trying to like it — I swear! Well, I finally found one I can actually say that I like. Had it recently at ‘inoteca (the sous-chef from Lupa, who was very soused when I met him, decided to share his cheese plate with me). Note the butterfat content, which is probably why I like it.
The Food Section: Shopping List: Coach Farm Triple Cream Goat Cheese
