Internet, you distracted me there. Let’s see.

Happy Birthday Scott! Good times were had with your friends and the navy pilots, circumstances being what they were.

I can’t really remember what I was thinking about on the ride home, but it was related to M. Oh well. Perhaps some day I will have to start holding my feelings against myself? For the most part, nobody cares. Which is hard to say, because people want to care, or want to believe they care, but just don’t care anymore. And I have to wonder what they think of me if they think this is some kind of active choice that I think is a good idea.

Oh. So nearly fifteen years ago I had a conversation with my step father about dating. He was sure I was going to do more of it any day now, and I wasn’t so sure.

There will be someone and it won’t be M. But someone with the same type spark. Just hope you aren’t searching for her. You may miss an opportunity for something even more.

The combination of these two make for scary shit.