“Ha ha, anyway you needn’t talk at least men know I’m available how you expect to ever get laid when the only person in the world who knows your gay is me.

“I know…I know that’s kinda why I wanted to go tonight…Please come with me”

Dana is jumping up and down like a 2 year old.

Please….please….please.

“Ok….OK,” I finally concede.

“Thank you….thank you….thank you…..I’m going to shave my legs and wax my butt”

Now she’s giggling like a 2 yr old and she skips away towards the bathroom.

“Too much info Dana” I shout after her.

I plonk myself down on the sofa, and wonder how I had got into such a rut. Since as far back as I can remember I only wanted 2 things out of life, a career in the movie business and a proper family.

Me and my mom would spend lazy weekends discussing in fine detail how we would meet, how he would propose, the huge big white wedding I would have, the two children that would quickly follow a boy and a girl, I had admitted to her that sometimes being an only child sucked for the simple reason I had no one else I could blame when something got broken or her favourite lipstick went missing. She would laugh and give me a huge hug squeezing me tightly, I was 23 and I don’t mind admitting I miss my mom’s hugs almost as much as I miss our lazy weekends.

She didn’t discuss who my father was or why he wasn’t around, I had never even seen a picture of him, all I could glean from relatives after I lost my mom to cancer 4 years ago was that shortly after I was born he had left her to raise me alone, why I still had no idea.

As far as I know she never met anyone else and as I got older and would question her on this she would just brush me off and say that I was all she needed to make her happy, however I did wonder, I would see the wishful look in her eyes during school functions when we would mingle with the other mom’s and dad’s and the ride home would be spent in silence.