Satisfactory Singledom?

This weekend, we had an absolute blast for Janelle's birthday. Open bar and a dancefloor: I was in heaven. I frolicked around with the girls and, despite my throbbing toes, boogied the night away. Now, there were plenty of new and eligible bachelors. However, I had no desire to talk to or dance with any of them. I just wanted to do me. So, I kind of wandered away if a guy approached me and just hung out with the girls. I must admit, Sunday I got a little sad. Perhaps I should have given that short, annoying guido a chance. But he had taken full advantage of open bar, and I was still sober enough to feel my feet hurt at 3:00 am.

In any case, I think my slight sadness on Sunday was due to too little sleep and even less to eat. But afterward, when chatting with my friend Chaz (who's in love with Seraphina), he asked me "which of his friends I wanted to sit on". I thought about it, and no one came to mind. Among his friends or otherwise. Oddly enough, Cornell popped into my head over the weekend, but it was fleeting. I've been on a couple dates with a guy I met, but I'm not sure I'm feeling him. I think I'm becoming okay with the way things are. I have about ten pounds to drop (again). Maybe once I feel less like a linebacker (and more like a PYT), I'll be more willing to hookup or even seek a relationship. But for now, I'll crush on the new guy at work and focus on dragging my (ever expanding) ass to the gym a LOT more often.