sweet moments of happiness

It's been an emotional millenia since my last post. THis is life.

But tonight, due to a long-ass work out... life is beautiful. I'm finally realizing some common sense facts. I am overwieght, and I don't respect that about myself. And yes, it's compounded by the fact that I have 2 blind dates this week. But it's not like other fat people don't have dates and love and sex and all that... I just like to blame. A lot. And feel that there is a reason for my singleness, except for the inevitable choice that was mine in the first place.

Swell.

I'm about to call a boy who gave me his phone number. Why is life so complicated? Why can't my dream of meeting a boy in a coffee shop, which leads to great sex, long talks, sunsets, a house and procreation just happen?

I'm smiling in secret delight about this fucked up life of mine. I want so much, but it is in this wanting that I have realized sweet moments of happiness.