Tuesday, January 12, 2010

The Monster strikes...

I have met a few men, but I have found only two that the M.S. doesn't completely bug out. I know that in all reality they probably have no clue, but it does sting a bit. I have found one person to talk to who just exited a relationship a lot like mine. His girlfriend was an alcoholic so we really seem to understand one another, I will not make predictions, but I have had fun talking to him.

I met up with a friend for coffee today and wanted so badly to make him feel better. He was really in a funk, but that's gotta come from inside. I will have a lunch date friday and see how it goes from there. Frankly, I am not expecting a whole hell of a lot.

My focus is on friends and family, not in that order. If we can just get them into bed by 9:30 pm it will be a victory. So, am I dipping my toes, sure... jumping in head first absolutely not. I am considering meeting people and letting them form an opinion then telling about the monster, but it seems deceitful. Who know, I will just have to use my friends to help when I don't know.

So, my internetz friends may end up doing some polls....will see depends on how mischevious I am feeling.

5 comments:

Blasé said...

Sounds like you need to get really really mischevious...

jojo said...

yes, I do..... hee hee, what people don't get is that I am literally having an awakening of my entire life. I was dead for a very long time and now I am awake. I want to sing and dance and be held close on the dance floor. Yeah, there are lots of things to do, but I am a human ya' know and god didn't make us hermits by nature. I was one for way to long, now I am just busting with me!

Anonymous said...

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Anonymous said...

Brim over I agree but I dream the collection should secure more info then it has.

amazingjojo said...

I am finding that I was completely honest and men wouldn't even talk to me twice. As fast as I gotta go in the store shit. My time will come.

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