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I'm in a mushy mood: I'll bite.
Well in typical barbly fashion, I have the love of my life, who I will never be with in a romantic fashion.
Difference is, I don't want to be. We have a unique relationship that is completely mutually supportive and about as close to the platonic ideal as I can think of and I know it'll last till one of us dies, and that works for me and for her. Despite being a long distance from one another we are in constant touch and due to having known each other for so long can offer a lot of support over phone/email.
Then I have my ex, who I had the most complete relationship of my life ever with (love, caring, sex and support), and who is part of the reason I moved to singapore, and is currently not talking to me because...
...of a mis-sent text which informed her (instead of a friend) about some details of my sex life here. I arrange my life in singapore to have the maximum amount of sex with the maximum amount of people, with maximum variety, in a fairly shameless and unscrupulous manner. Why? Because I can, and because I figure it's something I need to get out of my system.
Method? Pretty standard - talking to people in bars.
I have a wide network of friends in London, maybe 4-5 of whom I maintain contact with from Singapore. They offer support and advice, as needed. And I help them out as much as possible.
Then there's the folks, which is a subject I ain't talking about here. |
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