Another Night, Another Fizzled Attempt at Romance
Clean Body, Clean Sheets, Dirty Mind, Wasted Opportunity
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What a lovely Sunday, my brother moves out, my house is clean, the concert in the park is free, the sun is setting, and some charming stranger offers me a ride in a kayak out into the lake behind the band. Turns out his equally charming girlfriend and he live just blocks away and might invite me to a party (and they have a single friend who is nice, but way too hip, young, and good-looking to be interested in me, but fun conversation all around). So, i may not have found romance yesterday, but i did make progress in the "having a social life" arena. Then, on the unspoken flip side, no kisses that night, and i thought just maybe i might get one 
Today, the online friend seems to be getting a little real, sharing some actual emotion, and then splat... i open up a little open vunerable softness, and yawn, it is nighty-night for him, in a hurry up and hang up sort of way... cripes, that's a blow to the raggedy remnants of an ego i've been frantically patching together... ... ... so how to overcome this minor tragedy? Light some candles, turn on a jazz radio station, and watch the thunderstorm rampaging outside. Reflect on the fact that: i have many good things in my life, friends, decent job, great family, and the curse of hope. Really, hope is a curse, sometimes i think the surrender of true despair might be a relief and a release from trying and trying and trying and trying... you get the picture.
Today, the online friend seems to be getting a little real, sharing some actual emotion, and then splat... i open up a little open vunerable softness, and yawn, it is nighty-night for him, in a hurry up and hang up sort of way... cripes, that's a blow to the raggedy remnants of an ego i've been frantically patching together... ... ... so how to overcome this minor tragedy? Light some candles, turn on a jazz radio station, and watch the thunderstorm rampaging outside. Reflect on the fact that: i have many good things in my life, friends, decent job, great family, and the curse of hope. Really, hope is a curse, sometimes i think the surrender of true despair might be a relief and a release from trying and trying and trying and trying... you get the picture.