Randomly Lost...

A somewhat periodic update… :)

So, last week I went out on a date on Thursday. We went to see Pentatonix, a group that I had been following on Youtube for a while. The concert was awesome. I met some really cool people. My date was not pleased that I had met people and hung out with them a little more than I should have. The concert was FREAKING AWESOME. :)

When we got back to his place, he was upset that I wanted to go out with the group that I had met. He had an early morning, so I didn’t want to intrude on his day and since I had the next day off, I went ahead and went out.

I took a cab from his place to the fruit loop. I went ahead and went out anyway. I ran into a couple of old friends, and an old friend from high school. We caught up some. It was great to see him. He was exactly who I needed to see when I needed to see him. (Thanks, Oskar!)

Anyway, I got hit on by a couple of guys, so at least I know that I still “got it”. :)

I took a cab over to Adolfo’s (where I used to live), and crashed.

Friday: Woke up, I called my doctor in the morning since I was running late. I used the application on my phone to get a cab, got to my car, got to my doctor’s appointment on time, and then started my day.

Later that day, I offered to go stay the weekend with a person that had been trying to date me for about ten years. I figured that with Thursday’s failure, I might as well give him a chance. Before I could confirm with him, I packed my bags and headed off to Livingston. Since I had asked how long he was free, I thought he knew that I was planning on visiting from the content of our messages, but I guess he didn’t. So, I drove all the way there. He could have at least messaged me letting me know that he had been called into work when he was called into work, rather than when I got to Livingston trying to contact him.

I went ahead and headed back to Houston instead of waiting around since he would get off work the next day at 6am.

I give up and just call it quits. I relax and then crash. It was a lot of driving. On Saturday, while I was busy with homework and general bullshit, I got a call from someone in Willis asking for my help. I was walking to the restroom/bathroom from the living room and was greeted by a snake.

I freaked out, jumped over it, and ended up in the bathroom. I didn’t know what to do, so I called Beth. While she and Sean were on the way back home, I decided to cover it with the plunger to trap it. Since I didn’t know how I’d get it out of the house… I used the vacuum to trap it. It was then trapped in the vacuum bag. After Sean got there, he took the vacuum outside, and put the bag inside a trash bag and disposed of it.

Back to my friend in Willis: I took her husband, one of my friends from Willis to Houston (the VA hospital) on Saturday night, then dropped him back off in Willis. Then around 11pm, I was free again.

The on Sunday, I did almost nothing… It was the most calm St. Patrick’s Day I’ve ever had. I did do some productive things around the house though. I cleaned up the koi pond and relaxed.

I think that I’ll make that one of my “relaxing rituals”… Working on the koi pond and the fountain.

… I’ve done it. I signed up for a dating site.

I finally got tired of the free dating sites… I usually wasn’t getting any responses from anyone on them anyway. It seems like the people on most of them are bitches anyway.

I got tired of the other standard sites that most people just use for hookups.

So, I reactivated my match.com account and updated my profile. If someone is on the site, more than likely they’re interested in something more real than on the other sites… Primarily because they have paid for it.

Actually, the fact that it’s a paid service is a filter in a way. People don’t spend money on these services unless they have the disposable income to do so. IE: if you can’t by food, I doubt you’d be spending money on a dating site.

Let’s see what happens. It can’t hurt to give it a try. I’m just tired of being alone. I didn’t know where to go to meet new people, and I can’t rely on my friends to introduce me to anyone as no one has done that for me in a long time. (Actually, no one has done that for me in more than 10 years.)

I’m just having some trouble getting the profile done to describe me the best. If anyone would be willing to help me, hit me up:

I see no harm in giving it a shot. Who knows what could happen?

… the big 30.

So, I’ve finally come to grips with the fact that I’ll be turning 30 this year… Many people don’t understand what I’m afraid of, but in terms of being gay: it’s like I’m turning 40.

This year, Beth has agreed that we will do something for my birthday. We’ll probably take a weekend trip to the hill country and just say screw it all for a weekend.

I haven’t done anything for my birthday in terms of a party or anything significant in a very long time. Also, no one ever plans anything for me which kind of annoys me.

This year, I hope to get over-the-hill gifts. If no one sends me any, I’ll probably have some delivered to myself. :P

(My birthday is on June 2.)

I know that it’ll be ok. It’s just a numerical value expressing how long that I’ve been alive and it doesn’t really matter.

However, in a way it does.

I feel somewhat stuck. I don’t have my own place. I finally have a decent job, and I’m still in school. I’ll be graduating this year (or maybe early next year), and then I’ll more than likely continue my studies, but I’m not sure if I should since the board might not let me get a license to practice. I’m not sure what I could do if I specialize in I/O psychology since I wouldn’t be able to technically practice any kind of psychology without getting a license. I wonder if there are any consulting firms that would still hire me with a Ph.D. and not a license… Too many questions, so I might write to the board to ask them for another packet so I can pay for them and the FBI to do a full background check on me.

Perhaps I could do counseling, but they might also have the same issues as the board of psychologists.

We’ll see.

I wonder what all I can do with my degrees if I’m not licensed.