On Being Single

It's an interesting feeling, going home to an empty house.  On the one hand, it's fantastic.  There's no one but me to care that the dishes aren't done and I can't open my front door more than a couple of feet.  On the other, there's no one else to do any of it either. 

Being single for the first time when I am old enough to go out and party definitely has its own appeal.  I mean, last time I was 16 and unless I wanted to end up pregnant by a stupid drunk redneck, there weren't a whole lot of options.  Since I start work at 11pm, I could potentially go out every evening, pick up a random guy at a bar (I'm sure there are at least a few desperate enough to sleep with me), have wild monkey sex and then, "oh, I'm sorry, I have to go to work.....bye!"  While this does sound like it could be interesting in some ways, I think I'll hold off for the hot ones with the accents.  ;-)

My roommate gets here in a week and a half and I'm sure we'll go out and have lots of fun.  It helps that she's that type of person.  She can walk me through being in my 20's.  To be completely honest, I have no idea how to go out and party since I spent the first 5 years of legal drinking age playing housewife.  I'm ready for some adventure!  .....I suppose this means I should probably shave my legs more often, huh?