Work and more work...

Works really been getting in the way of me blogging once again. It's hard being an adult. Some days I wish I still was a kid. Granted I do act kind of elementary from time to time, so I'm not that far from being a kid.

I was thinking the other day about what else? Work! I was actually thinking to myself, 'Never dip your pen in company ink.' I'm so guilty of that. Almost everywhere I've ever worked, I've had some kind of office fling. My current job is the exception.

So what's changed? Why haven't I dipped my pen in company ink? It has nothing to do with desire. I can think of a couple of women I'd like suckle softly like a diabetic baby lamb. I'm sure part of it has to do with having a girlfriend. Such and ugly, misleading word. Girlfriend.

I've made no secret that I suck at being a boyfriend. I make sure to set any woman's expectations of having a fabulous, committed relationship really low. This way, when I do fuck up, it was expected. There's nothing like having an ace in the hole when you kiss another woman. It's never worked but somehow I manage to convince myself that it's okay.

I guess that now that I'm older, I'm way more careful about things. I do miss the days of wanton debauchery. I miss the thrill and excitement...the rush.

I guess at some point I had to change. I can't be the office Gerardo all my life.