My friend told me that he envies my single life. He says that a lot of the time he would like to have the freedom to go anywhere. He told me that if he were I, he would travel the world, go to China and all the places he wanted to do. I laughed at him. He has everything that I have always wanted. Two wonderful children a great life partner, in short a reason to get up in the morning. I reminded him that it was not all bad that there are golden moments. He countered that they are far and few between.
He told me that the day before his daughter woke up and asked him for cupcakes, out of the blue. He told me that she reminded him three times before he headed in to Big Smoke for work. When she was in the car waiting for him to get off the train, she asked her mother where he was? And then answered her own question, he is probably eating my cupcakes! If I was the first person he told, I heard him recounting that story three times that day. Later that afternoon, his daughter climbed into his lap after a sleep and hugged and cuddled him. He stated, that that was one of the golden moments. To me, from his words, I think they come every day, certainly much more frequent than my golden moments.
I then went and met my friend Miss Fly. She likes me as a friend, but she doesn't often show it. She has a lot of friends and she receives a lot of texts and calls. If I can catch her interest for longer than thirty seconds. I feel like I have accomplished something. It had been over ten months since I last saw her, even though I have tried to over the months. I wanted to tell her about Seventh, but really sometimes there is not enough time or need. I told her about Magic Eyes and MPTR, whom she has at least met. She told me about her love life, well she told me that she has one at least.
I texted Seventh. I wanted to go see her, but I did not want to ask and have her tell me that she did not want to see me, so I just went home. I did not even attempt to purchase samosas.
I tried more dating on my sites, I received messages from two people while I was in the south, and both people blocked me before I could read what they wrote me. Another responded to a message and deleted her self from the site. Am I getting through to you what the dating scene is like in Smallville? In Big Smoke I checked out the scene and there were hundreds of people online on all the sites. One of the people that I was talking to said that she wanted to meet me though and then she told me her price list. This is what it is like sometimes.
Miss Fly and my friend are living the life. Great jobs, great kids, great relationships, certainly not all roses but compared to me coming home, shooting off a few texts and dating site inquiries. No reply from the texts, on e reply from the dating sites, but that was a polite not interested.
What is left for me? Try to write, try to conquer my dialogue problems. Try to write a good story for my friend to play; it has gotten more difficult, he wants multiple players who are filling in different parts of the story, potentially future antagonists. Sigh! Good thing I did not mention that I was working on his story.
Power cord on PC is fried. Life.
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