I’ve been reduced to a Cone avatar on Tumblr. But i’ll be ok. It’s for the best. I spent way too much time writing depressing bits of my day, exploring imaginary platonic relationships.
I only had like three followers. The rest were porn spambots.
How do porn spambots flourish on a site that blurs a picture of a cat dressed as Captain America?
I had trouble logging into this WordPress account because i thought i had used a fake email. Turns out it was my real email all along.
On the bright side, now i get to delight you, WordPress Reader, with the best depressing bits of my day. And all the juicy details of my “love life” which has built up so much potential over the years.
I am now an aspiring amateur musician. I was already an amateur musician before, but now that i’ve realized how much better than me other guitarists are, i’ve demoted myself to aspiring amateur. Musician.
Remember the guy i used to write Latin poetry for? Like 7 years ago? No? I googled him the other day. He’s married now. To his girlfriend. The one he left me for. When we were building our bond as ex-coworkers.
I have since found my soulmate, but he weaves in and out of my life like a hungry cat. Every time he distances himself from me, i have filled the void with my studies of classical music.
I am the most improved student in my class.
Today i walked into a music store and there was a guitarist there talking me up, like i totally thought- He’s going to ask me out.
Then i started to play and he must have seen my wedding ring because he left without getting my number.
I almost ran after him just to ask if he didn’t want it.
Of course, i wouldn’t have given it to him. I’m married.
I went to a Dance Club meeting today at the community college. I’ve been enrolled since last semester but i hadn’t been there in three months. The guy in charge is a really sweet kid. He makes choreography fit for his age. I cannot keep up with him. But it’s fun to try.
None of the dance professors will take responsibility for the club so we end up dancing out on the grass. We used to practice by the Performing Arts building, but too many teachers complained their students were ogling at us.
Hardly anyone meets anymore. Today there was a guy who wanted me to play guitar instead of dancing. He plays keyboard. Or is learning to. I think he was there by mistake?
Then he left and Tito (the club organizer) and i went outside to practice. He wants me to take Zumba classes to get in better shape.
…Boy, this is probably why no one meets. Choreography is too damn fast.
But it’s fun.
Maybe i should keep using my tumblr account and just write from the point of view of a Cone.