Two Pabst Blue Ribbon's in...

...so silly to start this up again.
I mopped the floor today. If I was a real blogger, I would post a wonderfully composed photo of my mop in sudsy water. The truth is that my mop is (who knows how) old, and my mop bucket is nothing more than an old, rejected waste paper basket. I could include a picture of Fantastic (with bleach), but that makes for uninteresting photojournalism. So there it is, and here I am. Alone, listening to Dolly Parton (my soulmate on so may levels) and drinking beer. I told myself that beer days are over, but that changed so quickly when Caleb called to hang out and drink beers. Steve left some cold ones in the fridge, so of course I cracked one...well, two. It's okay. He owes me.
Have I told you about my friend Caleb? I hold him in my heart. It's kind of funny, because there was a time when I could hardly stand the guy. I just love that he calls me to hang out in parks, or come over to my porch. Feeling alone tonight, I decided to not call anybody to see what's going on. I decided to download Dolly Parton and Gillian Welch and Damien Jurado and Josh Ritter (heart heart heart) and songs of the Once soundtrack. Then when the phone rang, and I saw the Retzlaff name on my display, i thought "Ah, now there's some one I can handle sunset with." so he came over, he was grumpy, I was introspective. He left after a couple to be with his lady, and I stayed here to throw a load in the dryer. Here I am.
But I was thinking about boys. The boys I know, are the boys I love. It's a real problem. When I meet a guy, I see friend potential before I see romance potential. So then I become friends with all these rad dudes, and am left without romance because it's weird to get romance from friend-dudes. I think I'm doing it backwards. What I need is some good, old-fashioned dating.
So if anybody know of any leads...applications are going out.
wendyjbateman@googlemail.com
Please show prospective daters pictures taken from my left side...that's the side where my teeth aren't all fucked up. I will be happy to accept any applicant who will be willing to unfuck my teeth on the right side, so that it's won't matter what side of my smile is seen.