So I saunter up to the bar and there is BM getting her shoulders massaged and earlier they were talking about when they can go drinking.
Maybe it’s nothing.
Back when I was twenty-five I said that, at the then current rate of progress, I expected to have my first girlfriend at thirty-five. I can’t see that projection coming true.
Often my life is quite lonely. Often I have this internal dialogue that goes, “I just want to be hugged, kissed and told that everything is going to be okay……Yah, well it’s not going to happen so deal with it pussy, no one is coming to rescue you.”