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.
1 comment:
love your blog. so simple. so forthright. we can all relate. did you just start it?
i'm sorry to hear about the up and down emotional rollercoaster you're on. i dont' understand why so many guys "disappear" and/or just "ignore" you instead of communicating that they are no longer interested or whatever. when you figure it out, pls. let me know. i think i'll jounral about htis in one of my next blogs. i know all toooo well how you feel. here's a hug fro Thirty3 laydies.
Advice: Revel in yourself and indulge in your favorite things. I'll be unfortunately out of town for pride (boo hoo). heading to mosquito infested maine.
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