I’ve always been an advocate of going out. I have been known to be a social butterfly on the occasion. A social “dude” butterfly that is. Wait, are there dude butterflies? Anyway, whether I have been the life of the party, the person who took the life out of the party or just a regular party goer, I have had my fair share of parties. I have also spent many a time in the club. At the bar. Lounging in lounges. Cheering my teams at games. And of course, as it has been more than WELL documented here on T-blawg…I have been known for going out on a date or two or five thousand. These days? Ahhh…not so much for any of that shit.
I’m not going to go on about my busy schedule again. And actually, the reason I don’t go out as much anymore isn’t because I’m busy. I’m always busy. Shit, I came out the womb busy son. It’s because I’m nesting. That’s right. No I don’t live with a family of birds. I still live alone. I’m still a bachelor. But I have everything I need at home and when I want something, I go out. I’m not talking about for food, or work, or the gym, or errands. Of course I leave my house for that shit. I’m not a damn hermit. I’m just saying I need a good reason to go out-out these days. At this point in my life. I won’t go on dates just for the sake of going out on dates anymore. I won’t go out drinking just for the sake of saying I went out drinking. And Baby Jesus knows I won’t step foot in a damn club anymore just so I can post up at a table popping bottles. You know how many damn bottles I done popped before popping bottles was even a saying??? Too damn many yo. Nah. I’m in the house these days. And nights. I’m writing. I’m texting a good lady. Shit, I’m emoji flirting her to come over. I’m watching a good movie. I’m drinking some wine. I’m reading a book. I’m watching the game. I’m moving investments around. I’m planning my next trip. I’m researching. I’m making moves to secure my future. I’m blasting some Jay-Z over my wireless surround sound rapping every damn word! Like I said, I’m nesting. You better give me a damn good reason to leave the nest these days. Of course I know what’s outside. I’ve been outside. I used to thrive outside. And don’t get me wrong, I still can and WILL if I feel like it. I still have the natural ability to leave my place and turn a regular night out into an adventure. Into one hell of a memory. Into a very popular T-pisode even! Maybe this nesting thing is something that just comes with age. With having done and seen so much. With having the need to better myself more maturely than going out and regressing. I’m not sure. I just know that I’m nesting these days. And I like it. I like nesting.
I get texts from women asking where I’ve been. Texts and calls from my boys going out last-minute. Boston nightlife industry folks wondering when I’m coming through again. I appreciate being missed. I really do. But give me a reason. Life is great for me right now. I got a lot of good people, good things and good energy in my life. Throw in that busy schedule and it may be some time before you see ol’ T again. I know whom I’ll leave the nest for. What I’ll leave the nest for. For everything and everyone else? I’m good yo. I’m nesting.
Until next time. Always take it there.