Sunday, October 29, 2006
"She's got her halo and wings Hidden under his eyes But she's an angel for sure She just can't stop telling lies But it's too late for his love Already caught in a trap His angel's kiss was a joke And she is not coming back"-The Killers:Coming out
October wind is blowing hard against my blinds and I can't help think about my lacking sex life.
Which leads me to the fact that I am dire need of new underwear. I don't know exactly where they have all gotten off to, it's not like I misplace them. I guess I didn't have that many to begin with, and the fact that the washer is broken doesn't help matters (HELLO bathroom sink!) and yet I cant help think that there were more of them in my trusty top drawer. Soon I fear I will find myself scraping the wood bottom of the drawer in sheer desperation.
Which brings me to thinking about boys-they used to be everywhere and oh so very interested. I always thought I had my share of them tucked away in my "Just in case" drawer...but now I'm starting to think that soon there won't be any left. After awhile they get tired of being the 'Just in case' guys...and run off. I don't blame them and I'm fine with the fact that they get tired of waiting around for little old me.
At the same time on a sunday night-when I'm restless and am reminded once again just how single I am it's always nice to ring up one of the hole fall backs and hear how fabulous you are.
I was thinking about it and at the present there is nobody I can really count on to go for a midnight stroll with or tell me goodnight in that charming way some men have a way of doing.
I am aching to go on a date and yet if I am so aching why is it that I just cancelled one last friday?
What in the world is wrong with me?
Why do I construct my safety net out of men I have no interest in pursuing?
I'd feel alot better if I could splurge on new lingerie.
6:03 PM
