Midget Love

I’ve been splittling my time between New York City and Los Angeles for 3 years now.  I can’t believe it’s been 3 years!  It’s a good life, I must admit.

Of course the good life doesn’t come without a couple thorns.  One of the biggest pains is not being able to maintain an intimate relationship with somebody.  Who wants to date somebody who isn’t around half the year?

Add to that my being a comic.  Inevitably whomever I date makes it into my routine, and not always in a complimentary manner.  I’ll protect identities, but the subject is always brought up.

I’m not asking for a violin to accompany this blog, nor am I on any soapbox.  I choose to live this way, and I do love it!  The good things never come without a few compromises, right?  I guess there comes a time when you stop compromising on things and you give in to what’s important.

For example, last year I hated the feeling of being homeless.  I didn’t have an apartment, I just jumped from one sublet to another, very much a nomad existence.  This year I made the decision to get a place and stay put, even while I’m in LA.  Yes, I’m out some money, but that’s the sacrifice you make when the compromise gives out.  I could no longer be homeless, I needed a home.

So maybe one day I’ll be able to stay put, in one place.  But I don’t think it’s going to happen anytime soon.  I’m too busy loving my life the way it is now.  My job, comedy, my friends, family, LA, NYC, it’s all amazing!

Who knows, maybe I’ll fall in love with a midget that can conviently be stored in the overhead bins on my frequent cross country flights.  Or is little person?  I’m sure once we get to the boyfriend stage I’ll start to learn the proper vocabulary.