Home Sick

I’m home sick today, which means that I’m feeling pretty awful because the fact is adults still go to work when they’re just a little sick.

It’s just a bad cold, but whenever I’m sitting in my apartment with a cold, I can’t help think back to being a kid and having my mom take care of me. Add to that the fact that it’s a rare rainy day here in L.A. and it totally takes me back to Pennsylvania eating grilled cheese sandwiches and tomato soup in bed.

Maybe this is a sign of where I am in my life and what I want now. I’m not as much interested in scoring with hot chicks as my number one priority. That was the primary mission in my life for the last ten+ years. And it’s not like I’ve sated my appetite. I definitely could use a few more erotic encounters. It’s just that I’m more interested in sharing my life these days. Taking care of someone and having someone to take care of me on days like this.

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  1. I don’t want to be a dick, but don’t let a (relatively) minor physical illness and its concomitant depressive effects convince you that you’ve moved on to some magical lifestage where life-long commitment and 125% sharing are more significant than scoring with as many of the hottest chicks you can find who’ll do you. When you’re feeling better go to The Yogurt Shop of Extreme Babe-itude and you’ll find your priorities rearranged the right way. When you meet the right person and–more importantly than most people think–she’s ready for you, THEN it’s time to care and share.

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