Someone Special

A special friend of mine turned 21 today, and he’s comfortable keeping it really low. I wonder how much effort it would take for him to just feel happier, for once. Where is that charming bloke who used to want to take me out every time for a "drink thing"? Each time I see him, guilt creeps up like tree vines all over my skin and I hate it.

The last I’ve heard, he’s been on and off a few intense relationships. Great though I have no idea why they were all short lasting. Keith’s a great guy, good looks, emotionally thoughtful and extremely participative in every event you can think of (I have absolutely no misgivings about my baby ;p), but he needs to move out, get a new life and live it out.

Well as a start, he needs to lose that cigarette (:D).

So yes, to any of you unbiased ladies acting disinterested and would slave surreptitiously for a fix up, you may begin your offerings.

Don’t get me wrong, I am not auctioning my friend and this is no pity plea. And I’m not going to stick his picture here for you freaks to ogle at. He’s my friend for heaven’s sake, someone I actually bothered to keep within reach in my circle of fine associates. Its just depressing thinking about him right now, putting on his shoes into a life I would never remise about in the winter.

And I can’t wait for Saturday. Lixin’s planning to throw him a little belated party (and you can sue the airforce for the cause of that :[) to celebrate his birth 21 years ago (wow, I must have sounded like a historian).

“Nth much to celebrate. Ha. Thanks anyway.”

We'll see about that sweetie, count on it.