The Difference of a Day

You may find this hard to believe, fair reader, but today I am content with my singularity.

I know, I know, after reading this blog you may think I’m at best a huge whiner, at worst a crazed schizo with split personalities, but the simple fact is that I’m a little bit of both and a lot more. (Just like you, I like to imagine.) What comes out depends on my mood, my intent with the blog, and, of course, my current state of sobriety. Often, I’m not exactly sure what’s lurking in the depths of my consciousness, and am just as surprised at what is produced  when I put finger to keyboard as I’m sure you are.

So, for the moment, I am content, maybe even happy, to be free from the worry of relating, questioning, or considering the rest of existence. This morning it was all about me, my, and I! A fresh cup of coffee next to the river, a good book (The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo) on the Kindle, and the freedom to enjoy the cloudless, 50 degree day blooming before me.

So, yeah, today I am content. The lingering effects of last night’s beers, my want and worry, my overwhelming desire to be attached, all gone. Today I am Single, not single.

That, my friends, is the difference of a day.

Still happily unattached and daydreaming of ways to mess that all up,

Scott

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The Choice — A Half-Assed Response

Hi! I’m Lefty, Scott’s left butt cheek, and it has always been my choice to live a life of freedom. But as I grow older I have come to the realization that I’m missing out on a lot of things that life has to offer.

Now, I’m not saying that the life I live today is not a good one. Quite the contrary, I thoroughly enjoy my life. I can bare all when I feel like it, and don’t have to ask permission. When I’m feeling sensitive I can wrap myself in a nice pair of jeans! And I’ve got my best friend Righty with my all the time! It’s just that a best friend is only a best friend. Sure, Righty and I just blow with the wind whenever we feel a breeze and have really grown attached to each other over the years, but it would be nice to cuddle cheek-to-cheek with someone else, you know? To leave an imprint on the world with someone new. And, hey, a guy needs a little slap and tickle now and then to really feel alive! Righty just can’t provide that! Even something as simple as a warm palm in my pocket as we walk the boardwalk would be nice. I want the simple things in life. To be fondled while shaking it on the dance floor. The amorous pinch that makes me tingle with excitement. Maybe even the feeling of little hands hanging from my pocket! I just need something new. I need something fresh!

So, maybe freedom has been my choice up until now, but I think that’s changed. I still need a buddy! That goes without saying. Righty and I will always be close, but, in the end, I think I need more. I need more then just someone to bum around with. I need someone that is sweet, yet firm. Someone that can help carry the load and yet soft enough to cushion the blows when we get knocked down. Someone that I can just shoot the shit with and that won’t get all uptight when I’m a little cheeky!

I guess I’m just looking love.

Is that too much to ask? Or am I just making an ass of myself?

Still single,

Lefty

The Freedoms #1

So there good things about being single. One of which I demonstrated this weekend. Movie choices.

Is it really that big of a deal, being able to watch the movie you want to watch, without having to consider another opinion? No. Not really. But it sure doesn’t cause stress, either.

The story:

So, wanting to include a female friend of mine, I asked if she wanted to see a movie this weekend and suggested the new Transformers. Turns out, she’s not into the transformers things, didn’t see the first one, doesn’t want to see this one. So we went back and forth, looking for mutual ground (which there’s a lot of, I like pretty much every type of movie, but there’s a lot I won’t pay the extra money just to see in a theatre… but that’s another post). We finally agreed on “The Soloist”, but the times were not doable.

So what did I end up doing? I went and saw the new transformers movie alone Sunday morning. And I really enjoyed the movie (and Megan Fox!! Holy shit she’s hot).

Did I actually prove my point, that it’s less stressful sometimes being single? No, cause I tried not to do it alone, thus inducing stress.
Will I stop trying to take girls out to movies? Not likely.
Do I regret asking her out? Nope.
So what does this mean in the grand scheme of things? Probably nothing.

But I do know one thing… I’m still single. And I’m going to shut up now.

Scott