I was chatting with a few female friends who are slightly older than me a few hours ago, and they were talking about ex-boyfriends who have since been co-habitating with other (fatter) girls. While their musings were amusing, they got me to thinking. I don’t date. I haven’t ever, really. Heck, i don’t really flirt, as such, i’m just overly friendly. All this added to the fact that most casual acquaintances think i’m gay doesn’t bode well for me in the girlfriend department. My point being, that i don’t know whem i’ll ever be up to cohabitation. Sure, i might meet a girl tomorrow that i want to spend a year of my life with, but i’d have to ask her out first, and she’d have to say yes. Imagining myself living in sin at the tender age of 21 or 22 is about as believeable as me being on a national tour behind my fourth album by then. Of course, if i were to work on the latter more than the former i might achieve the former anyhow. But, those famous people relationships never last. Anyhow, if i had to choose a cohabitation partner right this instant, she wouldn’t be famous. Who needs famous people with stars like mine in your life?