Sometimes I panic, not because it doesn’t feel right, just because it doesn’t feel real.
He was driving down the West Side, and we were stopped at a light.
“People don’t understand sometimes. Being single is just. . . .”
“Exhausting,” we said it together.
Sometimes having a blog puts one in an interesting position to reflect. A quick scan reveals that I have written about relationships, however distant, brief, or insignificant, with no fewer than 41 boys. Stories from a kindergarten proposal to everyday adventures with the boy I woke up with this morning.
No wonder I was tired.
For a while I thought I was lucky, and maybe I am. But maybe I just deserve this.
I’ve worked hard.
There’s a Bright Eyes song that says
With these things there’s no telling, you just have to wait and see.
But I’d rather be working for a paycheck than waiting to win the lottery.
I think it’s a love song.
I always thought I’d just keep pressing my luck, but it turns out that even if you hit the jackpot, you still have to manage your investments.