It doesn’t rain, but it pours…
Excuse my descent into Dear-Diary-land… on the second thought, it’s my blog, and if you don’t like it you can get bent. So there.
My dating life has been 100% nonexistent for as long as I can remember, except for the short-lived thing with Janine. I would joke about being the “mayor of Friendsville”; most of the women I knew would come to me when they were having problems with their boyfriends. In their eyes I was the standard by which others were measured but I was always ignored. (If I had a dollar for every time I heard “I wish he was just like you!” I would be rich enough that they’d actually notice me.)
To be completely truthful, very few of them were even my friends. Most of them were merely acquaintances to whom I was occasionally useful as an open ear.
Things seem to be changing.