Tonight I had a date. It was my first "typical" date ever. I mean the guy literally stopped me on the street and gave me his number and asked me to call him. Since my mom is always telling me not to shut people out (she says I tend to be defensive and therefore may be missing out on terrific relationships with terrific people)I called him this afternoon and asked him to meet me for a drink.
We met at the Princess Pub in Little Italy; there was a marvelous man playing covers of Elton, Jeff Buckley, (what I think may have been)Billy Joel, etc. My date was not my type, however, he was not so "not my type" that I couldn't accept another date. I just can't see me marrying him. Why waste the time? I guess I have nothing better to do. Getting drunk with someone else is much more fun than getting drunk by yourself.
If the Navy has taught me anything, it has taught me that nothing is certain, not even love or fate. It has taught me to seize the moment, carpe diem. I cannot wait for love or fate to find me, I must find it. ...
This is my distress signal: rescue me, I am lost. be my friend, I am lonely. unfold me, I am small.
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