Remember
Party Boy? There's a little back story I never mentioned. He comes and talks to me a couple of times a day, and mostly it's just boredom induced BS-ing. Every once in a while, though, he talks about the real stuff going on in his life, and usually it somehow boils down to his ex-girlfriend who dumped him four months ago. You can tell he still has feelings. Sure, he'll talk about the women he's dated, flirted with, and/or had sex with, but he always references his ex.
Well, to make a long story short, she realized the error of her ways, having left Party Boy (who overflows with tons of heart, try as he might to hide it) for a real jerk-off. Over the weekend she got back in touch with him, and last night they got back together. Today, Party Boy was absolutely glowing and giddy as a little kid. All he could talk about was how he always loved her, and how she never stopped talking about him to her friends at work. He even said that he always knew she was the one to be the mother of his children. I couldn't help but recall the Bryan Adams line "And when you see your unborn children in her eyes, you know you really love a woman." It was sweet when she came to visit him today. You should've seen the way they looked at each other. It was just so damned sweet.
To reference another song lyric, "Desperado" says "Freedom? Well, that's just some people talking. Your prision is walking through this world all alone." Party's mature enough to feel that way.
Chickpea has been hinting in that direction.
Texas Gurl is lamenting her solitude. For a good while now, I've been saying that I'd rather be eaten by a shark than get into another relationship. I'd rather be mauled by a fucking grizzly bear than tied down. But then, in an email to Chickpea about her latest post, I agreed with her when she says that she's a rare catch. I said that she's a rare bird, and there are a lot of people who would love to cage her, but there are also others who would set her free.
Then I thought, could I turn my own preaching around on myself? Should I be so abjectly afraid of relationships? Sure, I'm gonna have to be wary of those would posess me, but maybe, just maybe, it is possible that I may find somebody who could set me free? Somebody who would make me infinitely happier than if I were left walking through this world all alone.
