Emotionally bankrupt and morally deficit

Well!

A few notes of interest, and the creation of "Bob's universal disclaimer." First off, there has been a great torrent of interest about moving to Canada. I often jokingly said "If Bush is re-elected, I'm becoming a Canuk." It's happened, so perhaps I should look to the neighbour to the north. In a way, I've always been a "Canadaphile" of sorts, but I'm not sure that emigration is the appropriate move. I happen to like being an American, and despite it's failures in appointing effective leader, I hold on to the belief that I truly wouldn't be happy elsewhere in the world.

Traveling is such a broadening experience, and everyone should do it. That's why every American should hit the road and see what another culture is about. Everyone should experience the opinion of a Non-American. Every American should understand why the US is listed among with North Korea and Iran as a threat to global security.

I digress--it's all about Bob! Dubya can get his own fucking Blog.

I met Good Sex Guy for a social activity, which was actually very nice. We had cocktails and conversation, which was not a typical activity for us. Granted, I've talked with GSG, but our encounters normally begin with the taste of his tongue and end with conversation. This time it was reversed. He looks good in clothes ;-) We chit-chatted about various things, including the boy that he's "seeing." (as opposed to "dating") which led me to think that I wasn't going to swap spit with the boy.

Whups. Wrong-o! I asked GSG if I could be his mistress if he did begin properly dating this boy. Apparently, that's up for discussion. Heh. Unfortunately, I don't shtup married men, so if he do start dating, I'll gracefully step back and wait for a break-up. Of course, if that should occur, I'll begin the interview process for a new GSG, but I have to say that the replacement will have some mighty tight competition. GSG is hot, but I've probably mentioned that already.

There's another boy that has garnered my interest that I'll call GF. He's the reason I've developed a "Universal Bob Disclaimer."
"Hi, my name is Bob. You will think I am unlike men you have met before. You will also think I am very kind, but do not mistake this. Do not fall in love with me."

That sounds like an incredibly conceited thing to say, and an amazingly self-centered way of saying it. It sounds like men are falling all over themselves to be my lover, but it's happened before, and it's happened recently. GF is a friend, and one that I dismissed as a romantic interest some time ago. I think of him as a brother, not a lover. To have sex with him would seem incestuous. Much like my brother, I have no desire to boink him. So, with tears and just a little drama, I heard all about it.

Therefore, I'm emotionally drained today.