December 25th, 2001

pants

What are you trying to tell me, mom?

So I got a DVD player for Xmas. And along with it, a DVD selected by mom.

It was "Bridget Jones Diary". Don't get me wrong, it was a funny film, but I can't help but wonder if there's a hidden meaning to this choice; "Yeah, I thought you'd relate well to the story of a 32 year old woman with an ample butt who's hopelessly single". I dunno, I was taking it as a subtle hint that a catch like me ought to be caught by now. Maybe I'm just overly sensitive after my weekend; My best (male) friend down here is married to a wonderful woman and is doing great, and then I add yet another name to my lifetime list of "Guys who are way cool that I'd go out with except they don't live in my area code or indeed, my time zone." Not that I'm bitter; it's more a bittersweet kinda feeling. Ah well, I shall see him in about a month for the move West, and from there, we shall see.