I wanted to do everything life had to offer with one person.

We got pretty far, given the time that we had: visit Paris, witness the first SF Giants World Series victory, get a tattoo, make out in Disneyland, have sex on a balcony, stay up all night to catch the sun rise, eat breakfast at that new restaurant, fall in love, etc. etc. etc.

That was just a brief inventory of what we accomplished together. In reality it’s a fraction of what I expected from us, so when we split I was a lost soul. I had so many plans, so much left on my long ass bucket-list-of-life.

It took me a tremendous amount of time to accept people taking his place. At first I was blind and stubborn to a thousand suggestions and offers, “I can go with you,” “We can go, you can still do it,” they all said. Everyone was so supportive, however I wasn’t ready to replace his presence just yet.

When my attitude started turning I still had a difficult time. I had accepted that his role in my life had drastically diminished, but I envisioned a significant other to swoop in and finally save the day.

Eventually I woke up and gave up on that too.

Thank God. Shit. Do you know me? I have lists on lists on lists of a dozen times a dozen things to do, places to visit or food to consume. It’s excessive.

I’d like to thank you all for your patience, for your love and for wanting to accomplish even the most minuscule things with me. We've done everything from discuss the possibility of getting Taco Bell breakfast to actually going to King of Diamonds.

So... Which one of you mofos wants to go get a "cruffin" with me? I also wanna go to the Maldives, that involves sex (must pass a heavy screening process first).