The Sum of Many

            It’s almost 4 o’clock. That equals another hour of work. I should be happy, but all I can think of is how long the next minutes are going to be. Minutes are finite right? They last 60 seconds. It’s a constant. Finite? Constant? I need a dictionary.

            I’m not really grumpy, but I’m sure it’s coming across that way. I am tired and tired usually leads to grumpy so maybe I’m fooling myself? I can absolutely see myself fooling myself. I’m a sucker for a cheesy grin.

             As I said earlier I’m going to a gay bar after work. One of my co-workers is having her party there. I don’t really want to go, but I feel like it’s good karma and a chance for me to have a girl’s night out. I haven’t had one of those in a while and I’m not sure how they work anymore. 

            I’ll be surrounded by lesbians, too. I’m not sure how they work anymore either. I can’t recall the last time I slept with a woman. Actually, I can. It was about 4 years ago and wasn’t that great. She was the selfish kind. Eat me, eat me…I’m so biiiiii. Not really. She’s the type that talks the talk, but won’t go down under to save her life. I bet she has hardwood floors, too.

            I’m not sure what I’m expecting from tonight. I’m not going to reconnect to my “lesbian” side. I was never one. I was a bi in denial. I’m not looking for a girlfriend unless it’s one on-line.  I have this “thing” going on elsewhere and we have to work it out before I start looking around. If I started an additional romantic relationship it would go down in flames. So, I shouldn’t even entertain the thought until things get straightened out.

            That’s all I got. Sorry isn’t it? I’m going to spend my last hour of work working, I guess. Bye.