So today I went out with one of my friends, let's call him Vicky. Vicky, mind you, is the biggest slut in the country, which automatically makes him fun for the same reason. Like always, the talk was about his latest GHB enhanced adventure over a cup of coffee. All of the sudden, he said that he is planning on getting married. From bung-hole to pussy, THAT fast?

His reasoning is that in Kuwait, gay relationships do not last (true), and that by the time he is 30 no one will find him attractive (true, but I say 28), and so he doesn't want to end up alone (he might die the first time someone rejects him, so maybe he'll be alone for a very short time). What the hell is wrong with being alone, my reply is, and suddenly he has the reaction of a rodent.

He talked about being 40, unattractive, no one will look at him sexually, no one will appreciate him, his life being a living hell at that time...blah blah blah. It can't be that bad.

So far, being old has been the most elating experiences ever for me. The good, the bad, the worse, and the utter shit. All keep on getting better and better. Do we just give up hope on what is coming next that we settle for the worse, heck, even the intolerable, just to avoid the "search" or do we really long for the traditional "family" after all? I really don't know what to say. I am still in shock. Call me an overdramatic queen if you want, I just really am shocked.

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