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easy saturday

 Last night was fun.  I got to see a good band with good friends.  Rocked out a little bit- and it was a good time.

I dressed in my rocker 80's attire, and i thought poor Eddie was going to have a heart attack.  He kept saying "MB!"  and grabbing me.  I really wish we could be a couple, but we are perfect as friends.  It's not very many men that i am comfortable enough to literally sleep with, all tangled up, and not have to worry it's going to turn sexual.  

Of course i wouldn't sleep with him if i was in a relationship, because i don't think anyone is THAT understanding.......i know i'm not.

So i got dropped off at home after the show and i couldn't sleep to save my life.  Was up all night, dozing on and off.  I just went with it.  Can't stress about it or then you'll never get any sleep.

Today i made up for it by dozing on and off all day in between cleaning.  I had the radio on, and i got a lot done without having to leave the house or put on clothes.  yay me.

Tomorrow i have to go grocery shopping because i literally have no food left in this house.  The fridge is bare, the pantry is ....close to bare.  So i'll give them both a good clean before i go for a  quick shop.  

Someone i was texting with gave me a "doesn't feel like your interested" text this morning.......to which i responded, i don't need a text buddy.  You haven't asked me out, so you must be not interested.  We went back and forth and ..........still no invite to go out.  This is internet dating.  The pits.

Which i'm not doing, i closed my account and deleted it.  I still converse with the remaining few men i met there.  I don't care if it goes anywhere.  It's on them, not me.  

texted briefly with M today - i wished his son well in his tournaments this weekend.  He's been doing well, not bombarding me.  He sends me a gm text and usually there's a music video attached of a good tune, NOT romantic.  So it's okay. LOL

Bill and i are still in a poke war on facebook.  It is as juvenile as it sounds BUT i know he's thinking of me multiple times a day, and vice versa.  

All these men have the balls in their court.  I respond in kind, but i'm not reaching out to do their work.  Who knows, maybe a new man will walk into my life and sweep me off my feet and they will all be left in the dust.

or not.

Doesn't matter.  I'm living my life, doing my thing and eventually i will die like everyone else.  At least i will be happy and stress free because i'm not chasing, or wondering anymore about men who do the least.  

Today was a good day.  I needed it.  And the meds are kicking in. 

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