The Comedian. The Comedian. The great part of this dating business, this single business, is the wonderful plethora of men I meet, of chance encounters, of it not necessarily being A Big Deal.
The Comedian: it was hit or miss. A chance thing. Everything is a chance thing. It felt more chance-like though, if that makes any kind of sense. There was much talking. And it felt easy, and like I was suddenly eloquent. Edited. I sounded Edited. Honest, but also eloquent.
This is an infrequent occurrence.
I think about my life, about how things are so ephemeral. Right now? No, always. Things are always ephemeral. Things are constantly changing, and it shouldn't be such a big deal. And perhaps this makes the title of this post a moot point?
Things are constantly changing, men are constantly rotating, and as much as I want that comfort, the cuddling, the confidante; I really don't. I don't want the strings, the communication, the compromise. I want what I want.
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