Sometimes I hope someone could grant all my wishes.
Like fucking Gwen Stefani or shooting up with Sid Vicious

Have I become even more boring than I was, or have the options available to me become tiresome?

All the friends that I regularly interact with are either married, completely whipped, or on their way to being whipped.

There is the daily nagging about gleaming, but beyond that, is there really anything to do? Is that possibly why I keep turning down the offer to gleam and prefer to spend the time alone? Which, for all people who know me well, is completely contradictory to who I am. I'm the person who hates doing things alone so much that I've even taken a friend to get gas for my car, when the gas station is no more than 5 min away. (The friend lives on the way)

I can't explain this funk. I originally started the summer season with hockey on Wed, baseball on Fri, and have added a second baseball team on Sun, but still I'm bored. I even had a scary thought go through my head at one point... that I actually NEEDED to get a girlfriend. That one freaked me out. I felt old. As if some biological clock was telling me something. I am regularly fending off this thought because I'm not going to make yet another wrong decision.

We be lookin' for some hookers that'll make the grade.

I'll never tire of flirting, but it's not gonna go any further until the games stop. Until then, athletics and working out are going to be my new girlfriend. Sure they don't know how to cook or make me smile at the right times, but neither did any of the others.