The pathetically honest answer is that when I'm with someone, I sleep just a little bit better. Maybe ten percent. It's enough. I do it so I can sleep ten percent better. Crazy.
It's not about sex. It's about something else - and that's a different post; but if you've read me enough, I'm sure you could guess.
You remember the last time you didn't get a good night's sleep? You look at your clock and do that mental math - if I fall asleep right now, I can get four hours sleep? Three hours. Two. Forty minutes. You remember how horrible you felt the next day?
Yeah, that's me every two weeks for 20 years.
I've avoided talking about insomnia for almost two months but here we are.
Another date today. Another pretty face. Biker. It usually takes about three dates for either the girl or me to call it quits. Goes either way.
Hazel thinks I'm luckier than most cause I meet so many people but I tell her that it just means I'm disappointed and I disappoint more frequently. I know it's crazy. I know it.
And yet I sit. I smile. I ask, So, what's your story?
Inside I hope, this time's the last time.
Music: Tell me, where is the shepherd