So, I realized today how pitiful I am. I have a lot of friends, acquaintances, etc, but at the end of the day I cannot find someone who will partake of a cold beer with me. Am I that boring? Don’t answer that. It’s kind of depressing. I need to find a nice dipsomaniac who is always up for a drink. Then, no matter when I ask him if he wants to go and have a beer, I know he’ll say yes. I say dipsomaniac and not alcoholic because some may think that the two are synonymous, but there is a difference. Dispos, as I like to call them, will always be available for a drink because they don’t think they have a problem, whereas alcoholics may tell me that they can’t go because they have to attend one of their “meetings”.  I don’t mean to make light of drinking problems. I think my frustration comes from my insecurity. Perhaps no one wants to hang out with me at the end of the day, except my girlfriend of course. But she’s blotto after one glass of wine, so while that makes the quest for amorous moments that much easier, it’s not really what I want come day’s end. I want to talk about politics, religion, movies, music, the afterlife, Victoria Secret models, whatever. Anyway, I’m sure I will find a drinking buddy sooner or later. Either that or become a lonely barfly.

*meep*