On Friday night I went to the Pride Prom. It's a really fun, big gay party. I met some interesting people, and saw some friends I haven't seen in a long time. Very cool.
Then the kids started hitting on me.
I don't know why I find it so uncomfortable. It is flattering, and I do enjoy the attention. There are even times when I want to return the flirting. I think that is the part that bothers me most. I don't like being attracted to someone ten years younger than me. It just seems wrong, but I can't define why. Well, other that the legal reasons, anyway. I really wish it wasn't such a problem in our society, but I also know for a fact that if the artificial barriers between different ages were torn down, then some people in our society would take advantage of that age difference in terrible ways.
I need to start looking for someone older than me.
So I went to a birthday party on Saturday. I don't think I actually spoke to the host. I drank more than I should have, but not to the point of utter stupidity. The balance there is always tenuious. I also met some nice people and got to spend some time with friends I haven't seen in a while. And met some really interesting people. People I actually want to get to know better.
And I watched the sun rise over the harbour. That's always magical. Almost every time I do that, something in my life changes. I wonder what it will be this time. Last time, my depression ended and I met Jeffrey a few days later.
Ah well, something interesting will happen.