Life is an oddity. I remember what it felt to be twentyish, going out, living it up, drinking and dancing. Usually it was the drinking that did me in before anyone else. So I ended up not going out anymore and not drinking anymore. Married, kids (hers not mine), my lifestyle was very different from what I see downtown today. Then, 29 and divorced.

Sort of managed that transition until one day I remarried again. That was about 3 years ago. It ended 1-2 years ago.... huh? 1-2 years ago? I know, I know. It took that long to figure out it wasn't going to work no matter how hard I tried to get her to love me.

But what brought this rant on? I'm 40 now and I need to go out, meet people, get laid, have fun, dance... but I think after awhile, the sex becomes an issue. Anyway, not to belabour the point, I wanted to meet up with a couple friends and go out last night. I couldn't get a hold of anybody! Oh Shit! Then... Fuck it! I'll take a walk down Granville and see what's up and pick a spot to go.

The streets were crowded, the traffic was snarled and young Britney's, Christina's, and pompous young men were everywhere. Attitude, sassitude, pretense, and young fun. Fuck did I feel old. But I'm not so old. I want a different kind of fun. A less pretentious bullshit fun... something more real.

I miss dancing. Now I'm told that I should join a club in order to meet someone. Oh yea...   I've never liked joining social clubs, activity clubs, hobby clubs. I'm not ready for the pasture; not unless it's global and I'm jetsetting around it.