I’ve been thinking about this. In less thanÂ twoÂ weeksÂ I will be two decades old (20 for those of you who couldn’t figure that out). I’ve always felt old at any given time. I’m not sure why, but sometimes I feel like I have those moments of being in my 50s or 60s when I wasn’t even 20 yet. Then I just thought about it. What do I want for my birthday? All I could think of was a flesh and blood woman to call my girlfriend. I don’t know why, it may just be my hormones or something, but my drive to find a woman to call my own has been very strong lately. I don’t know if it’s because what was said to me a a few weeks ago, but it’s something. Someone to hold. Someone to kiss. Someone…to perhaps sleep with eventually. I don’t know. I have friends, but all fall under the following categories.
A. They areÂ Male: I’m straight. They don’t interest me that way.
B. They are taken: I don’t know if it’s my timing or my lack of being able to sweep women off their feet. I try to be friends with them but know I can’t go farther.
C. They live too far away: Some girls that I’m interested in and are interested in me live too far away from me. I don’t want a long-distance relationship. I’ve heard bad things about them and am not willing to try them for myself.
D. They seem disinterested in me: It’s my speculation.
Other than that, about the only thing I want is for my little plan to go off without a hitch.