Becoming a Deet or Boobs (Doobs, perhaps?) or any of those you mentioned would be great. But it must be noted that they for the most part (I'm not sure if all, but it could be...) found the person they're with a good bit later down the track than where I am. I see some of my friends have been together with the same people for a year, two years, even three in one case. They remind me of my parents, they seem destined to stick with each other. And yet, although a lot of straight couples seem to manage to stick together after the teenage times (I'll grant you, not all that many on the overall scheme, but quite a few), it doesn't seem to work that way for us. And it's just impossible to meet people here.
ETA: Sorry, that was a reply to taz. Yes, DG, right. And Middy, I'm planning to dress up wither as an Taoiseach (Prime Minister, total baffoon), or John Delaney, the be-wigged muppet who's in charge of our currently controversial and woeful international football association.
The rain we knew is a thing of the past -
deep-delving, dark, deliberate you would say
browsing on spire and bogland; but today
our sky-blue slates are steaming in the sun,
our yachts tinkling and dancing in the bay
like racehorses. We contemplate at last
shining windows, a future forbidden to no one.
Derek Mahon
"Maybe all one can do is hope to end up with the right regrets."
Arthur Miller
Updated On: 10/26/07 at 09:38 PM