Let me start out by saying that I take to heart the saying, “Bros before hos.”
That didn’t come out right.
How about if I put it this way: the promise of a new date will never trump the proven strength of a good friendship. I am blessed with troves of great friends. Maintaining those friendships comes first; dates can be sprinkled in around the edges.
But.
There is a point of exhaustion.
Like any good pagan, I had three invitations to celebrate the Summer Solstice. Originally my plan was to attempt all three. A tall order, I know, but hey – the sun sets at 9pm these days! If the start of summer can pull that off, I can be a dues-paying pagan for a day.
But after a sleep-deprived, packed social weekend with seeing lots of friends and 24 fabulous hours alone with Ms. Booty, I was fried. And had somehow managed to pull a muscle in my tongue. By 5pm on Monday I was one step away from “audibly growling” on the crabby-o-meter. I imagined what state I would be in at 5pm the next day, when I am scheduled to meet my latest internet find: Ham Radio Girl. Doubtless I would be well past “audibly growling,” and likely at “barking at children.” NOT recommended for a first date. Maybe the third.
So I did the responsible thing. I backed out of all my invitations and went to bed. So I guess you can say I stick to “Bros before hos,” but I also stick to “Sleep before barking at hos.” And really, wouldn’t the world be a better place if everyone followed those words of wisdom?
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