When you get settled, when things start going your way, when you find yourself getting comfortable, the twist comes. And because you aren’t expecting it, it usually knocks you on your ass. It’s like one of the givens in life. So I should not have been too surprised when the landlord finally figured out that there were five of us living in a one bedroom and gave us the boot. With no where else to go immediately, it was easier to just sell the futon for a couple bucks and sort myself out. And until I found a new place, it looked like my truck was once again going to be my residence. I wasn’t too stressed about it though, by this point in my life, I had kind of accepted that shit happens, and somehow it tends to work itself out.

I was sitting at The Planet one day during a long lunch break when Alice sat down on the couch next to me. She was on an "on moment" with Gabby, much to my dismay. But at the end of the day, I gave her my warning, so what she did after that was Alice’s loss. If only I truly believed that… She started telling me about her date the night before, or should I say her waiting at Milk for over an hour, Gabby finally strolling through the door, and the two immediately leaving to head back to Alice’s for a night of sex. Not what I’d call a date, but then again, I had never really been on a traditional date either, so who was I to talk? However, my nights with girls were never referred to as dates. If anything I always made it quite clear what I did, wanted, and planned for the night. Anytime any of the girls would start looking for more, or asked for more, it was a quick and clear line drawn in the sand, usually followed by a quick exit on my part.

"Shane? Are you even listening to me?"

I shook myself out of my thoughts. "Sorry, what was that Al?"

"I mean, what am I supposed to do? Gabby says dates, romance, and then she just…"