It would be so nice to have someone to come home to here at Casa del Garrett on any night, but especially tonight.  I might not get myself tied up in knots waiting for the outcome in California.  But then…hey…I’ve been single for nearly all my life and I should be expert at handling stress all by myself. 

If only.  

I don’t expect my friends to go to any great lengths to find me dates.  But when something that looks like a good match just drops in their fucking laps and they just let it sail off into the sunset with little more then a shrug of the shoulders it’s hard not to feel betrayed.  No…strike that…I’d be in denial not to see that for what it is. 

Hopefully there are enough good-hearted people in California that come tomorrow morning their gay and lesbian neighbors won’t have to wonder if their hearts ever really had a home there among them.  But if not…whatever doesn’t kill us only makes us stronger…

Not sure if that applies to all the Tequila I’ll be drinking tonight though…