Chasing Strange

Gary wants me to join Tinder.
He thinks I should nut up and move on, like he has.
Tells me that we need to hit the town like we used to,
we need to explore and meet people he says.

I should throw myself into the raging waters of mystery because
(as all the women in my family are contracted to say)
"You are a handsome young man and any girl would be lucky to have you."

But I've seen what he has been doing, I've seen a preview of the dating scene.
It's uglier than Lark Voorhies going down on a limp dick Hugh Hefner.

I know I can only use a handful of blog entries to complain about this situation, but cut me some slack folks..
I have nowhere else to go with this. There's my head and here.
Everything keeps replaying and its not just the good memories, that's how I know I wanted to save it:
Bad times, good ones...I weighed them all in together and saw that the relationship was worth saving

When I get bad, I get bad. Times were tough for me and I fixed myself from that.
It was still too late though.

I haven't been out this year except for about 3 times max. I was training myself to stay in, to stay up late, to do the things that I should've
and I didn't get the chance I wanted.
Lost all my shots. 
So for him to ask me to do the opposite, gotta understand why I'm not as hype to go into that scene.
That and...

I'm an idiot. I know I'm an idiot.
I have hope. I'm an idiot, I know.
Rian said it. Gary said it.
But the latter said to me something that I know will eat up that last speck of hope:
"When you see a picture of her with another guy, you're going to wish you moved on first. I know you Dominick, you're going to be someone I ain't seen in a minute."

I learn late already.
Does it count as late if I consider the multiple scenarios I'm allowing myself to be screwed over by?
Not too sure.

Between mystery and history, I need the latter.
Home was home. I'm homeless.

Later Days, Longer Nights