The homeland. Might as well be the Sahara.

*translation in italics

SG:Hello…
hello…

ME: hi..how are you?
I’m here.

SG:good and you?
Actually looking for something, not just checking to see if you are with other people.

ME: good. just got home.
I’m alone. Did not bring home another boy and am NOT seeing anyone else.

SG: Nice. you are going to sleep then?
So do you want to have sex?

ME: Don’t think so. Do you want to watch True Blood?
Yes, I would like you to come over.

SG: Ok. See you in a bit.

SIDEBAR: At this point, I go change and get ready for “visitors.” Apparently I had misunderstood the statement “I’ll see you in a bit.” to mean “I’ll see you in a bit” and not what it actually means is, “tell me how much you want me to come over.” I return in 5 minutes to the following messages:

SG: Do you want me to come or not?
How much do you want me to come over?

SG: Ok Fine. I’ll let you sleep.
You know, whatever. Didn’t really care either way.

SG: Have a good night. Sleep well.
SERIOUSLY DO NOT GIVE A SHIT.

SG: And HAVE A GOOD DAY TOMORROW!
BITCH!

Dirty Propositions! That is all I get. The GW broke up with Mrs. GW 5 days ago and already has 4 girls lined up! and he turned down 2 others!

I’ve got Shy Guy calling me drunkenly in the middle of the night attempting to confess…something through drunken slurs, a hippie asking me to “be his lover” before hello slips out of his mouth and the relentless pleas of a manwhore attempting to knock off the last corner of his scorecard. Slim pickin’s.

The Girlfriend Whisper has given me some homework. Apparently I am to find the least attractive nice guy and force myself to go out with him because I am apparently attracted to the wrong people. I tried a similar test a few months back which you can read about here.

Despite the previous failed attempt, I think there is some validity to the theory. I had a moment the other night where I felt like my poor self-image had created the relationship that it thought it deserved and now that I have it, the reinforcement of the idea is so ugly, I can’t stand it or myself. Scary stuff I tell you.

But the GW is often pushing to do things like this and I usually refuse. this time I promised him I would, partly only to shut up all the “DO IT DO IT DO IT”’s. I will let you know how it goes.

“Most of my advances were by mistake. You uncover what is when you get rid of what isn’t.” —Buckminster Fuller

“I live on Earth at present, and I don’t know what I am. I know that I am not a category. I am not a thing — a noun. I seem to be a verb, an evolutionary process – an integral function of the universe.” — Richard Buckminster Fuller

I read these two quotes on facebook, the conduit of all things wise. Lately I have been feeling some sort of late-coming guilt over the changes in my life. It’s not that I regret anything…its more that I can’t stop the voices in my head telling me I’m a failure, a dirty whore, whatever irrational thing that may come. Angry condemning voices. I suppose my present situation doesn’t entirely help. But things were just simpler when i had all the answers, didn’t have to think for myself and was so sure that I was on the “right side” of the fence.