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Originally Posted: Tuesday, September 30, 2003 at 7:22pm
Yesterday, Amanda asked me to tell her about my life, so here it is, in all its boring glory…
Last year when I finished high school, I had no idea what I wanted to do. I was 17 years old with no ambition. Dad wanted me to take time off, travel the world. Mom wanted me to go to business school. All I knew was that I wanted to live in Toronto. I’d grown up in the country and I’d had enough of it.
During Grade 11, this guy Brian and I dated for like 6 months. There was no tragic ending to the romance. We just faded apart, but we stayed friends, sort of. Since moving to Toronto, I haven’t actually talked to him. He went to Queen’s University in Kingston last year and didn’t go home for the summer. No big loss, I guess. But his parents now know my parents and when they found out I wanted to move to Toronto, they offered me a room in a condo they own. Brian’s brother, Dave, was living there while at school and wanted a roommate. So I moved in and got a job as a teller at a bank out in the ‘burbs. Mom liked the idea that although I wasn’t in school, I was working in Finance (yes with a capital “F”) so she bought me a car (a used car — we’re not that rich).
Dave’s the ultimate in cool. He’s the anti-Gail. He always has fun. He dresses in the latest fashions, knows the latest music, and only has sex with the hottest of the hotties. I can’t give you examples because I have no idea about any of this kind of stuff. I’ll just let you fill in the details.
Anyway, when I moved in, I had one request: no tricks in the apartment, which means Dave’s not home much. You see, he likes sex but doesn’t have a boyfriend (yes, he’s gay). I like sex too (who doesn’t?), but I don’t like it enough to bother with one-night stands.
I rarely go out with Dave. For one I’m still too young — only 18. I have to wait until November before I can legally drink. But even if I could, I wouldn’t go. I hate dance music. Plus, the smoke in bars gives me a splitting headache (I’m looking forward to a smoking ban everywhere).
So, that’s my boring life in a nutshell. And that’s why I have a fairy life-coach, I guess.