Nonetheless I always bank on things working out in my favor. Typically, they do not.
I reign supreme as the eternal optimist. As angry and bitter as I may grow inside as the days go by without a love to call my own I keep reminding myself; I say, "Self...when he does finally meet you, he won't like you if you are angry" and this somewhat helps to calm me down.
Luckily I have some great friends too. They border on the verge of being motherly. You know how your mom always says the best things about you because she HAS to? It starts to get this way with certain friends, when you find a good bunch. I went to dinner with some buddies of mine. They are still fairly "new" friends because I do not get as much quality time with them as I would like. They live in Cambridge and I am on the other side of the tracks.
But at dinner we exchanged stories. I did most of the talking, of course, but they all seemed to enjoy the entertainment. I told them about the guys I was dating, and how crazy I felt like I was acting. They assured me that it was not me, it is these guys. These guys are the fucktards. The social rejects that don't know how to act in public. I am just fine.
This is what good friends will tell you. And I am fine with it.
Talking to my buddies helped me figure out it was definitely time to move on from this SUCKA. It's just hard when night after night my bed is so empty, and the nights aren't getting any warmer. Okay, Okay, it is getting a little warmer here, but seriously, today there was a snowstorm on my way to work.
It's high time I stopped putting all of my eggs into one gigantic basket and start cracking those bitches open and whip up an omelet fo' dat ass!
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