Been single my entire life. No boyfriend. No girlfriend. No lover. No partner. No buddy.
I never said I didn't want pussy. What I do know is: I want a buddy.
To paraphrase the black dude in The Green Mile, "a buddy to go through life with, a buddy to talk about where we've just been, and where we're going next."
"A buddy who has your back," adds this solo flyer who's dreaming 2011 will be the year. What else am I gonna do? Believe there's no chance of it happening this year? Ever?
This much is true. This much I believe. This much I dream. There is some buddy out there.