People who have friends like mine have no room to complain. People like me, who make a big deal out of their birthday, and who have friends who call and e-mail and take time out of their busy schedules for drinks on a weeknight and planning a party and attending a party have no room to complain. And yet...here I am. Here I am writing a separate journal entry (yes, some things are private) and thinking about the fact that I am disappointed tonight. I really am greedy, aren't I?

But in the grand scheme of things, separate from this personal, childish, petty thing, I really do have to acknowledge just how tremendously awesome my friends are. My birthday was this past thursday, and all day there was this constant, lovely stream of well wishes, from near and far. Then Thursday night I requested that we all go out drinking, and so many busy, stressed out people set aside a few hours to celebrate with me. And then tonight, dearest, wonderful, Corrine organized this truly awesome holiday cocktail party, and of course, everyone once again set aside their busy schedules for some quality time with me (and, of course, all the other mutual friends in attendance).

So the question is, why do I seem so incapable of finding someone to date who is similarly devoted? I know it takes time to build up that level of interest and care, but it seems a theme - my friends are consistently so much more satisfying than my dates, it becomes difficult to get motivated about weathering the rough spots in dating to work out a reasonable relationshop. Blah. These are my thoughts.