My stint as a game show host

So yesterday I went to a little get together hosted by my friend Jeneen and her husband Ted, at their townhouse on Fort Meade. They aren't military, by the way, but they got a sweet deal whereby they rent the place, and it's pretty sweet and works out well for them and their two kids. But anyway, so I went there, and it was cool, I saw some peeps from high school I hadn't seen in a while, and they looked pretty good. Most of them, however, have become enshackled mercilessly to the bonds of matrimony. Okay, apparently, they seem happy with it, and I'm happy for them, and many of them have kids, and their kids are adorable.

But I'm single and kid-free and such, so my services were quite handy for a little game Jeneen had the couples play, sort of a parlor-room version of the Newlywed Game. I got to be the host.
That was pretty cool, even though I had to keep the questions G-rated due to the lil tykes, that and I wasn't in much of a mood to shock my friends with how crusty and salty I've become with age.

So it was good, but it did make me feel a bit old and a bit young at the same time. Old because here are people my age who have been married, some for less than a year or two, others for about three or four years now. And some of them have had two kids, and virtually all of them own a house, except for Jeneen and her hubby.

The house part made me feel a little young and irresponsible. I lived for three years in a shitty house in College Park burning $ on rent I could have maybe saved living with the rents to maybe a down payment on some shitty house I could have owned and rented rooms out to gullible college kids who would pay me beaucoup bucks. But I didn't.

Yet I felt a bit old considering I've yet to find a woman crazy enough to tolerate me, cool enough to get me, or sane enough for me to trust bearing my children and picking up my dirty laundry from the floor on a day-to-day basis. Dang it, I'm 26 and I'm a dude and I'm starting to feel like I'm missing something in my life by not having an angel to kiss good morning and love like the devil when I get back home .

I also didn't feel like I had any good anectdotes with which to regale them. Maybe if I dug deep enough I would have a few, but not really. And these guys are pretty apolitical so hearing how I single-handedly ripped Howard Dean a new one one afternoon (okay, it wasn't Dean, but for the sake of the storyline let's go there) wouldn't really excite them. Well, it would excite Sheena but only because she's a crazy loon-ball liberal, whom I love dearly as a friend regardless of her desire to destroy our fair country. Ohhhhh snap, Sheena.

Alright, I'm rambling and giving the entire world looking for Shepherd's Pie recipes insight into my life. I'm out.