26 and Still Kickin'

On August 22, 1979 a beautiful fat-headed baby boy was born. Surprisingly enough he still lives today. What a great story.

OK, so I had a pretty good weekend. My sister flew in from Texas on Friday and stayed until Tuesday evening. I think she enjoyed her stay and I know I enjoyed her company. Friday night we went to Club Liquid which is a local club close to my house and we got drunk and on the way home my roommate got out and streaked through our neighborhood. Then when we got home he got on his motorcycle and rode around butt ass naked. Talk about drunk. Then he was an hour late to work the next morning...I wonder why? Saturday we recovered and sat at the house all day and watched movies. I worked Sunday and after that we went to Whitey's which is kind of like Sneaky Pete's, a lake front party place, and got way drunk. We met up with Kathi and some of her friends and ended up with a $200 tab. I was trashed. I did get a phone number, though. Monday we went to the movies and saw 40 year old virgin which was very funny, but way too long and drawn out. Tuesday we sat at the house and slept all day until she had to leave. I dropped her off at the airport where she sat for six hours until her plane finally left. Her connecting flight was in Atlanta, but she missed it because of the delays and had to sleep in the airport. That must have been horrible.

I recently got a phone call from an old friend who wants to come out and visit. I am very excited about that. But also very hesitant for reasons to remain unnamed.

I am 26 and single. That could be depressing for me, but I try not to let it be. I like my freedom and enjoy my space, but I also miss the companionship of having someone to share things with and the intimacy involved in a relationship. I am very picky about who I will have a relationship with and I think that is a defense mechanism, or it might just be that I am used to dating drop dead gorgeous women and decide to settle for nothing less. I am a flaw finder. Not to say that I am perfect because I know that I am not and will be the first to admit it. I need someone who can mentally and physically keep my interest. That isn't shallow, it is the truth. Ugly bitches suck. For real though, I have an idea of the near perfect woman and hopefully she will feel the same way about me that I will feel about her. No games, no bullshit, just pure love and respect. I am excited to meet up with my future wife.