Born Again?

I say don't you know
You say you don't know
I say... take me out
I say you don't show
Don't move time is slow
I say... take me out

I say you don't know
You say you don't go
I say... take me out

I know I won't be leaving here (with you)

- Franz Ferdinand
'Take Me Out'

Think I should make that last line into a T-shirt.

I haven't had anything resembling a 'relationship' since February. It is October now. I've achieved my goal of a minimum six-month single stretch (this is more significant than it may sound- and I am justly proud of myself), and though there are still times when I miss the easiness of knowing who I'll be leaving with all the same I can't imagine finding someone I wanted to share my life with to that degree. Well, there might be one or two people I could imagine it with, and I'm sure they know who they are, but I'm much too shy to even entertain the prospect.

Beculum has taken to referring to me as The Born Again. Heck, maybe she is right? Heaven knows I'm not picking up much trade of late, so maybe my slutty kinky days about town are over? Or maybe I just need a change of pace and scenery? Thinking that Europe/UK might just get me back in the mood for dark alleyways and wet jeans and dirty boots!