I love this Mandy Moore song, from her new album "Wild Hope". Download it, listen to it over and over, love it as much as I do. I'm totally going to buy the CD.
(I'm also liking Fergie's "Big Girls Don't Cry," too, surprisingly. It's pretty catchy, though her voice is nowhere near what it used to be when she was in Wild Orchid. That's what drugs will do to you, kids.)
Saturday, June 16, 2007
Shouldn't/Do
I miss Naked Boy.
It's been about a month since I last heard from him, and I thought I had moved on. But the past few days have been filled with memories or triggers that remind me of him. Tomorrow night is Broadway Bares, and he was going to get me free tickets. Alas, that plan went down the tubes, so I won't be seeing him nude ever again.
I know I shouldn't miss him, with the way that he treated (read: ignored) me at the end. But I just felt so good when I was with him. I was happy. What if he was The One and I pushed too hard and drove him away, or I didn't have the patience to wait for him to recognize that I, too, was The One? What if I missed my chance?
I've been lonely lately, which is what's bringing this on, I think. I had two first dates with guys I liked online, but the sparks weren't there with one and the other was utterly dull. It all seems like a futile exercise sometimes.
Maybe I'll meet somebody worthwhile at Pride next weekend? (If I can find someone to go with.) For now, I'll be going to bed at 11 on a Saturday night.
It's been about a month since I last heard from him, and I thought I had moved on. But the past few days have been filled with memories or triggers that remind me of him. Tomorrow night is Broadway Bares, and he was going to get me free tickets. Alas, that plan went down the tubes, so I won't be seeing him nude ever again.
I know I shouldn't miss him, with the way that he treated (read: ignored) me at the end. But I just felt so good when I was with him. I was happy. What if he was The One and I pushed too hard and drove him away, or I didn't have the patience to wait for him to recognize that I, too, was The One? What if I missed my chance?
I've been lonely lately, which is what's bringing this on, I think. I had two first dates with guys I liked online, but the sparks weren't there with one and the other was utterly dull. It all seems like a futile exercise sometimes.
Maybe I'll meet somebody worthwhile at Pride next weekend? (If I can find someone to go with.) For now, I'll be going to bed at 11 on a Saturday night.
Friday, June 15, 2007
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