“We are the handicapped without the advantage of a great parking space.”
Probably the best way to describe me. Not that it matters because I can’t drive anyway. I believe the words were written by Nancy Meyers, I only wish I’d thought of it. I think it’s completely true and funny. We have parking spaces reserved for the handicapped and expecting mothers. Why can we not have special parking for victims of unrequited love? Or at least designated parking at the grocery store where they bring you ice cream and cookies at a reduced cost.
I have made a resolution. To top my resolution of no more looking, I must now go through a third party to have any woman, friend or otherwise, approved and deemed sane and healthy. Another stipulation is that the aforementioned third party must also be deemed sane and healthy. This comes about because I’ve been doing a really shitty job finding friends and women for more-than-friends myself. It also doesn’t help that I don’t get out much and that the gay community here is still buried deeper than friggin’ Atlantis. So it’s also a good policy for widening my network. I’ve at last reached a point where I’m just sick of having my heart broken. I realize it’s part of life, but I’d kind of like it to be broken up with some instances of success.
Clearly I’m frustrated and getting sick of hearing that it’ll happen... eventually. The eventually isn’t very comforting. Though the sentiment and purpose are.
Other than that, Maggie didn’t show up today, which is good because I went out a-visiting. I got sick of being home, so I called my godmother. We went to dinner, visited my cousin’s fiancée and after that my grandma. So maybe Maggie will be ready tomorrow.
Also, because this was a question, the In the Closet title from yesterday was simply a reference to Magda moving into the closet. It has nothing to do with Freud. He has a different secret which Magda didn’t tell me... I guess she saw that one coming and took off. Her legs are longer than mine and she’s in much better shape so there was no way I was catching her. I will figure it out though... someday... preferably soon.
Sorry about the somewhat cranky blog.