The broom really didn't work that well as an oar. When the raging torrent that had been the main street near my home brought me to the corner my house was on, I had to jump out of the dinghy and swim, dragging it behind me to my front steps where my brother and my dog were standing, stranded, waiting for the flood water to receed.
O.K. Here's one.
There's this lady I used to see. Maybe we were dating, whatever. I've broken up with her a few times. At one point I gave her back the letters she had written me and said to her, "I never want to see you again. Don't call me. Don't write to me."
But still she calls. She even came by once.
The hard part for me is that she is pretty and I haven't found anyone else. I know she's not the one I want, but I enjoy the sex.
My penis has it all worked out: I'll be brutally honest about my feelings and just use her and to hell with the consequences.
My brain can't forget the consequences: While I'm sure she would agree to whatever demands I made and would allow me to take advantage of her, I can't honestly believe that there would be anything healthy about our relationship. And I worry that if she's around it will make meeting a woman I really like problematic.
Of course, meeting a woman I really like has been problematic all along. So maybe I'm shooting myself in the foot by not taking advantage of her.
And this is just one of the issues on my plate right now.
Penis, brain, the eternal struggle.
There's this lady I used to see. Maybe we were dating, whatever. I've broken up with her a few times. At one point I gave her back the letters she had written me and said to her, "I never want to see you again. Don't call me. Don't write to me."
But still she calls. She even came by once.
The hard part for me is that she is pretty and I haven't found anyone else. I know she's not the one I want, but I enjoy the sex.
My penis has it all worked out: I'll be brutally honest about my feelings and just use her and to hell with the consequences.
My brain can't forget the consequences: While I'm sure she would agree to whatever demands I made and would allow me to take advantage of her, I can't honestly believe that there would be anything healthy about our relationship. And I worry that if she's around it will make meeting a woman I really like problematic.
Of course, meeting a woman I really like has been problematic all along. So maybe I'm shooting myself in the foot by not taking advantage of her.
And this is just one of the issues on my plate right now.
Penis, brain, the eternal struggle.
stress -- hmm... not sure why... maybe it was applying for the loan... maybe I won't get it... maybe it's the idea of having to pay off the loan if I do get it... maybe it's the lack of stability in the workplace... maybe it's the lack of a girlfriend... maybe it's the lack of social skills that complicates finding a girfriend... maybe it's the fact that I'm almost out of astroglide and paper towels... I wonder what would solisis do...
I am: 35 year old straight male with a good job and a nice place. Fascinated by, furious at, and addicted to the world around me at all times, I'm pretty good at making friends but not so hot on the social scene (bars, clubs, etc.). Razor sharp in regards to intellect and wit, I am patient to a fault. (Razor sharpness normally preceded and often followed by clueless stupidity
I enjoy: Traveling, swimming, bike riding, music, taking the memory card out whenever I damn well feel like it, literature, art, hot chocolate in front of a warm fire, sealing the envelope before checking to see that the address shows through, doing things with friends, talking, arguing, computers, video games, rock concerts, symphony, jazz, working for the things I love.
I am looking for: A straight woman in her late twenties to early thirties. Brunette, physically and mentally active, dark eyes, slender fingers, enjoys being held, not too fragile, adventurous, irreverent, likes to play.
I enjoy: Traveling, swimming, bike riding, music, taking the memory card out whenever I damn well feel like it, literature, art, hot chocolate in front of a warm fire, sealing the envelope before checking to see that the address shows through, doing things with friends, talking, arguing, computers, video games, rock concerts, symphony, jazz, working for the things I love.
I am looking for: A straight woman in her late twenties to early thirties. Brunette, physically and mentally active, dark eyes, slender fingers, enjoys being held, not too fragile, adventurous, irreverent, likes to play.
Main Entry: ges·tate
Pronunciation: 'jes-"tAt
Function: verb
Inflected Form(s): ges·tat·ed; ges·tat·ing
Etymology: back-formation from gestation
Date: 1866
transitive senses
1 : to carry in the uterus during pregnancy
2 : to conceive and gradually develop in the mind
intransitive senses : to be in the process of gestation
Pronunciation: 'jes-"tAt
Function: verb
Inflected Form(s): ges·tat·ed; ges·tat·ing
Etymology: back-formation from gestation
Date: 1866
transitive senses
1 : to carry in the uterus during pregnancy
2 : to conceive and gradually develop in the mind
intransitive senses : to be in the process of gestation
Here. Right here. Do you see that? No, wait... there it goes again. Amazing, no?
The lifeless corpse of this morning's wishes lies pregnant without pause on the lawn. The mailman regards it with some dismay as he gingerly drops the card in the slot.
Well wishes? Evil ones? Hard to say. But right now somewhere something seems like all of this is silly dreams. If you can see the truth in it, you should rejoice...
or take a shit.
The lifeless corpse of this morning's wishes lies pregnant without pause on the lawn. The mailman regards it with some dismay as he gingerly drops the card in the slot.
Well wishes? Evil ones? Hard to say. But right now somewhere something seems like all of this is silly dreams. If you can see the truth in it, you should rejoice...
or take a shit.
