Six years ago to this day I lost my husband in an car accident. Every year I go to the grave yard where he is buried and sit for an hour, thinking about our sweet memories. After visiting his grave I spend the rest of my evening mourning all over again. This year I have decided to do something different. My friends convinced me to go out with them and a few people from London escorts this evening. I guess they just got tired of watching me be depressed this time of year, every year. So they took it upon themselves to bring my spirits up and keep my head straight like it should be. Sometimes I am not strong enough to do it on my own, but that is where good friends come into play.

I’ve had quite the experience with women over the past few years, all of which were bad. It seems I just can’t make one stay with me no matter how hard I try. I am at the point right now where I want to give up and never see a woman’s face again. The thought of being along for the rest of my life just sickens me to no end. I think I am done putting myself out their and I will just look for gay dating until the right one comes along. No it doesn’t sound like the greatest plan in history, but if I don’t I will have no company what so ever. I need to do this to keep my confidence up and my motivation in full gear. I just need to find local women that are willing to give me a shot at this.

Last night I worked my normal 3-11 shift and left by quarter after. On my way out the door I noticed a really familiar face walking down the street with a lady from Birmingham escorts. It took me all night to remember that I had went to college with him a few years back. If I remember correctly he dropped out of all my classes because his twin brother passed away in a biking accident. I have not seen him ever since and I must say he looks like he has picked himself up and actually made something of himself. People all deal with death differently. They either go down the wrong road and ruin themselves or thrive for something better in life to make the deceased proud, as awkward as that sounds. But, needless to say I am very proud of the man I barely knew.