Abandoned

Well, I suppose this says it all. Here I am, a Saturday night, and after a good four or five hours of pleading by text message, I have managed to secure a total of zero friends to accompany me on a night out. Do I feel let-down? Yes. Do I feel low? Rather. Does my social circle suck? Big-time. I am on my second bottle of champagne, and it’s my home town gay pride day, so I am all but obliged to go out. I want to go out. Evenr though it means foregoing the gym tomorrow. Even though I don’t feel excessively bothered about scoring tonight. I still want to have fun. My friends, the few of them that are left, may not be interested, but I oblige myself to put it out there. Now, how to have my hair…