I changed cities in 2013. I went from Claremont, CA to NOVA because my uncle made false promises of getting me a govt. job in technical writing. That's another story, I won't go into it here. Basically he lied. I stayed there a year, before coming to the Houston area to try my luck getting a corporate writing gig in oil and gas or a nonprofit. I've been working very hard and I've gotten a few interviews here and there. But I never break through.

My original plan was to work a few years and move back home to CA with a better resume. If things had gone according to my timeline, I would be heading home to CA about now anyway. Long story short, I don't want to move to yet another city that isn't in my home state. My depression has gotten worse since I've been away. That could be coincidence, or it could be one of the causes. I had been relatively stable until I started jumping all over the south. I'm tired.

On the sex front; last year I thought I wanted romance, but I was fooling myself. When I was back home, I was always getting laid with a new, younger flavor of the month. Well not always, but I never went without for long. I was in my chosen career (even though by then I had burned out) and I held myself in very high esteem. I had some money problems, but nothing too serious. I worked out all the time, socialized with my friends when I wanted and basically led a fairly decent life. Now I don't have anything. I'm in serious debt and I'm isolated.

Basically, I just want a hot, muscled piece of *** to help me forget all the **** my life has become. Two days in a 3-star hotel with a bottle of Jack and a multipack of condoms, and me doing things to a young man his mother would shoot me for.