i keep waiting for life to ease up, but it’s not bad to begin with. i thought my life would be perfect after finals, after i finished Christmas shopping, after Christmas was over. it is December 27th, and now i’m thinking maybe it’ll ease up after New Year’s.
instead of wishing for more, i’ll try to be content with what i have. it’s been a rough year but i made it out with barely a scratch. my brother’s engaged and his fiance’s over-sized solitaire reminds me that i might not find someone i really like for a few years. for now i’ll learn to accept and maybe appreciate the shameless dudes who are solely DTF, and on the contrary, the gentlemen that couldn’t hold my attention if they were on fire.
in the meantime i have the middle aged regulars that brighten my day (and sometimes soothe my ego) with their blunt comments and occasionally too-long hugs. it’s nice to hear “you’re so beautiful!” from someone who’s not your mom, even if they are 50, married, and on their fourth or fifth Coors Light pint.
PS- this is not to be mistaken as an admittance of desperation. i got my own.