It has
been to quiet lately, in my head, concerning myself, otherwise I have
been to busy. It's not to bad, to have a break from my life and be
inspired and busy with someone else’s. Not trying to hide myself
from me, but I welcome it to be not the too much troubled one. Yes, I
have enough to keep me busy in my life, but for a change its nice to
blog about the things evolved from someone else’s adventures and
thoughts.
Trust me
in my brain I have many a happy, weird and silly things going on.
Recently they have only be partly involved in thinking about all
things of life. So I see others and what about me? Am I in my
mid-life phase, and let no-one call it crisis, the only crisis I have
is like million others, my bank account. Plenty of ideas just not
enough Euros to realize them, apart from the personal ones more
pointed at love or something similar. In between things I think I am,
but not missing the fuzz about a relationship, its nice and quiet at
home. The more my friends tell me about their escapades I notice that
I am content with the silence and tranquillity in my life. It's ok, I
do not miss it nor does it keep me awake at night, for lack of action
and thought. Have I grown tired of the game, the hunt, the unknown
out there? Not really, just not on the top of my list, next to the
mishaps I see around me and the stress even a simple date can cause.
My clock seems to be in a different zone, miles away it seems, and I
am actually happy with it. No rush and nothing on my mind related to
relationships or dating. Checked with myself and I think I am on a
break, away from all that, as I was feeling it was more of a job as
looking for a partner, the expectations everyone has or a list longer
than a Christmas one, who wants to be busy with that. What you see is
what you get, funny brains included. The exterior of my house is
presently more important to me than the wrinkles around my eyes. Have
you ever noticed how much time consuming dating has become, first the
looking than selecting, over to the preparation phase, than the meet,
the talk, the judging, sex on the first one, or a difficult kiss and
a cuddle. Just to see if he is worth some more energy. One could
almost apply for a job here, organised dater. How do people manage
and have a life and make it to the bus on time? The pre-app period
was more adventurous and you had to get out there to meet some one,
and at least you were able to have the first selection out of the
way. Communications another biggie, just there in second base after
the world famous “click”, who ever invented that saying
should meet madame guillotine. After the eye pleasing factor came the
chat, the act of verbally getting in his pants or have him wanting
yours. The true art of chatting-up a person is lost now, in a chat
they can simply copy and past from all sources, a earlier chat with a
far more intellectual being, a song text and who is clever enough
even a Shakespeare sonnet. So who are you behind the apps, perfectly
white smile and other eye pleasing features? Every young gay single
man should get a internet course in becoming a cyber detective. Next
to the fact that he needs to know the more than average fetishes.
Good luck my young lover......... there goes you your otherwise free
Saturday afternoon. You are racing into cyberland for some la la la
love and hopefully a satisfying role in the hay. (check for allergies
first!)
I
am already tired thinking of it, if my clock would be ticking I might
want to have it adjusted, otherwise I am running short on time left
to do other things. And there is so much out there that grabs my
attention, I think the ticking comes from my calories app counting
the ones in my blueberry danish......... so let it tick..... it taste
just to damn good, and no it is no substitute for love or sex, but I
am left with the same sticky hands a smile on my face and a warm
feeling in my belly...... without the rest of the drama.
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