The Plan

The Plan. You know the one.  You graduate high school,  you and your closest friends go away to the same college, join the same sorority, somewhere along the way at some drunken frat party meet the man of your dreams, get married, start a career and live your little part of the American Dream. Yah. Not so much.

You can call me Lucky. Lucky Soxx. I am in my early thirties, have a career that I have convinced myself that I enjoy and a cute little home in a desirable part of town. I have a great group of friends, mostly all married with children, or close, and live thousands of miles away from my family with the exception of one ailing grandparent who lives across town. I have a dog, ...and the excitement never stops.  Thats the picture, hopefully I have painted it clearly to my foundation.

In my life now, I guess you could say I am dating. . . .and far too picky. I think when you've lost "the one" no one quite adds up, and well thats a post for another day. There are two key players now. One we will refer to as Lucifer. Why? Because to be quite honest, we go together like fire and gasoline, we are totally wrong for eachother, but the fire is intense, but he is not, and never will be mine.  The 2nd person, we will call, chance, for the obvious reasons. I am head over heels for him, but he will never know it. We have a great friendship and ridiculous fun together. But we have forever wedged ourselves into the "friend zone". And so at the end of the day I go to bed alone with Dog.

Now don't get me wrong, I want nothing more than the American Dream but I just can't seem to get around this never ending detour......