Oh how I wish for a companion. I want someone to stand next to me as I face this life, not before, not behind next to me. Someone to lean over slightly while I whisper something in their ear (naughty, bitchy, funny, all three). Either gender is fine with me. I'm not looking for someone to do the dirty with. I've been able to take my sexual urges into my own hands for years. (Yes, pun intended) I want someone to pour my heart out to, someone I can tell everything in the world to, and they won't use it against me, or look at me strangely the next time they see me. Some one I can call and will be excited about anything I tell them, even if it's that I got a free soda, because the man behind the counter thought I was cute. I want someone to pour there heart out to me, so we can share our lives, giggle and cry and bitch and moan. Just someone....
Well....I suppose.....
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I hear you on that one man. Wayne's become unreliable and no longer has a phone or email so it's impossible to get ahold of him. Let's find boyfriends together.
PS - I think I might start blogging again once I get all settled in this new place and find a working computer.
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