Another retrospective

As you do, or some do, at this time of year. I guess, compared to its two predecessors, 2014 hasn't been so bad. After all, my life didn't disintegrate like it did in 2012, and I didn't spend months being ill and weeks in hospital like last year. I end the year having something resembling a proper home, even if I don't own the property itself or most of its contents, and, by far the best, I've got my daughter here with me. We had cuddles when I came in a while ago, and when I told her that my highest priority for 2015 was for us to stay friends, she replied by saying that would be for always, which certainly engendered a warm glow. Do I deserve her love? Probably not, given all that's happened, but I'm not going to look the proverbial gift horse in the mouth. K, and my relationship with her, aside, though, what else would make me happy in the New Year? Well, I guess, much what I've wanted for several years, but maybe with a twist, perhaps born of my getting older - after all, I'll be 55 in four months time, not even able to claim to be in my 'early fifties' anymore - what I want now is to be able to be close enough to a boy to have the sort of cuddles K and I had earlier, loving, affectionate, but sexless. I can't lie, if I found a boy who did want to play sexy, I wouldn't say no, but that side of things really isn't that big a deal anymore. Love is the thing that matters, the thing I want the most, by a huge margin. I can't imagine it will happen, any more than this year, last year, or the year before, but I'm still wishing, dreaming, hoping.
Well, we're pretty close to 2015, at least here in the UK, and my old year, certainly, is close to its end, given that I'll need to go to bed soon to facilitate getting up at 4:15 to go to work, so I'd like to wish all of you who are kind enough to visit and read my meanderings a happy and prosperous New Year. I hope 2015 is good to you all - and maybe even to me.

Love & best wishes to all
Sammy B