Friday is a good thing

The story of my love life isn't even a tragedy anymore. It's just boring. Here are my thoughts (which is kinda the point of a blog isn't it) ....

I've been contemplating my situatuion with the fireman and the fact that I've been unable to establish complete radio silence with him. I think I need to have one last great round with him. Then I can just erase his number and all traces of his previous existance. I truly can do that. But I really want to take one more wild ride first. Is that crazy? The answer is plausibly yes, but I don't seem to care about that. I want it, even if it's a terrible plan. Then I can move on. Right?

The AB thing is also an issue. Everytime I get togther with this man, I end up getting together with this man. It's ridiculous. Especially considering that we spend most of our time leading up to that with me giving him advice on how to repair his invariably screwed up life. But there's just something about the way he looks at me with his flashing blue eyes, like he can somehow see through me, that affects me every time. And after years of being friends with him, he can still say something that totally surprises me, then follow that up with doing something that I could have predicted to a tee. Anyway, I know that he's a terrible option, so I leave him alone, but some days he just gets to me.

Then there's the great unknown aspect. I am meeting no one, or at least no one that I can even remember an hour later. I'm going out to French Quarter Festival this weekend, maybe my luck will turn. At this point I'd just like to go out on a nice date or two. It doesn't have to be a love connection (although I wouldn't mind that either). Anyway, that's enough gripes for today. Here's hoping that the tide is about to turn.