So, it's 9 months in 9 out this dec.
I'm still painfully single, yet I'm getting compliments left and right, acknowledged as fun, funny, smart, interesting/odd, and attractive
So what the fuck am I doing wrong?
Empty inboxes, a growing stockpile of condoms, 2000 stanzas later and I'm feeling very square 1.
Sure I started a new career, my goddaughter is being born, I'm regionally published
woopty fuckin doo.
I want a relationship. A DAMN good one too.
Hey, at least the coffee at my office rocks.
Good things are happening, I'm not in jail, I'm working, my oddball unfamily is growing, and hey, I'm cute (even if I'm unfuckable.... or even unwriteable)
Guess I just wanted some acolaides (sp) for my first day of work in forever
or at least a fucking kiss when I got home.
God
that sure is asking a lot.
Everyone at the office was talking about the christmas party, asking if I was bringing a date... maybe thats what brought it on today.
Guess I'm weird for being the only single nonchristian.
