Brent never called. At least not for a long while. He called eventualy to apologize for not calling. Too little to late. I moved on, I embraced singlehood and the sanctity of friendships. He hasn’t called again. I haven’t called him.

I’m over him, relatively harmless. Over him in a different sense. We really left things hanging. Like reading a great novel, and putting it away because you didn’t like a paragraph. Who knows, the rest of the novel could be horrible, it could be great, but you know your life won’t be unfortunate if you never pick that book up again. So, still, I’m waiting for him to call. I’m not hoping, and praying for him to call though. I have better things to do.

I’ve worked eight days in a row and I’m exhausted. We’re grossly understaffed and those of us left are going insane trying to keep up with shift demands.

I got a great blow job last night.

I’m really quite content right now in my life. I’m looking forward to school in the fall and work isn’t as bad as it could be. I just have to put it into perspective with other jobs I’ve had in the past. Its definately not the worst one I’ve ever had. Not by far.

So, there was a small spark in my life, and for just a moment I thought it was about to change, but it didn’t. I’m still the inbetween guy, and I’m starting to settle into this role like a hand into a fine leather glove. I’m not ready for change right now. Things are too good. I certainly won’t reject change. It would be nice to have something to say when someone says “What’s news?” For now though, I’ll just keep going to the bar all the time and falling in love with four men a night that I’ll never talk to. I’ll keep flirting with the men at my coffee shop that wear wedding bands all the time, I’ll just keep living.

I’m almost ready to be 23 years old. God…I’m still so young. I thought time was going fast, but every time I look at my age, I’m reminded of just how much time I have left on this planet. Well, asuming I live a normal length life. I’m just glad that so far I get better looking every year! I can’t wait until I’m in my thirties and the men that I lust over are almost 50 and wish they had taken me when they had a chance, cause now they’re too old for me!

Their loss!

Wow, do I ever sound flakey now! hmmm….conflicting journal entries. I like that idea!