Wednesday night, I went to Woody's. I danced with one of my girl friends for about a half an hour, then sat in the corner for most of the night before leaving about an hour early. I will never be a part of the "gay scene".
HOWEVER, having realized my inadequacies and regretfully accepted my status as eternal spinster, I have decided to channel my energies into helping out my fellow men. Last night, I went to the local fireworks with two of my friends with the intention of hooking them up. It was funny because we sat there on a military base amidst hundreds of families and talked about various intimate parts of our pasts. I swear some kid must have gone back to her family and asked her dad what "rimming" was. Anyway, after that we went to a diner and chit-chatted for a while. It worked; they're planning on seeing each other some more. I was proud of myself for knowing two nice boys, recognizing that they would have things in common, and introducing them to each other.
Granted, that pride did go down a bit when I realized that I was going home still single and sitting on my couch eating cookie dough ice cream and watching Dead Like Me at 1 am, but I'm sure that hearing about their budding romance will brighten my summer, right?
Ah well. Someone has to be the matchmaker, I suppose. I'll just fuel myself with memories of CSG and two boys from freshman year and kid myself into thinking that I might actually have a shot with the guy from Drew when he comes back to NJ in the fall.
::hums "Matchmaker" as he forces a huge grin on his face::