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Well, hopefully you've both got some good times ahead of you.
I've managed to more or less settle the utterly weird situation of having three people propose that I drop my life (and possibly my identity) and move great distances to live with them in some sick parody of domestic bliss. Both women were feeling a little old (floating around thirty - so they're not), and wanting someone to just be around to make tea for them and sit in bed and watch sappy movies with, and the guy had no idea what he was looking for, but it wasn't me. He alluded to, as we discussed a hypothetical future together, the likelihood he'd have to start stepping out on me, and I failed the test by not getting all wound up over the idea. So things closed off amicably tonight for two out of three, excusing a bit about accusing me of 'forcing' someone to question their sexuality, which I don't believe I've done, and the guy who's frustrated... well, it's the sort of frustration that I can't see reflecting badly on me, as it's just him wanting to be suddenly in a serious relationship with all manner of clauses and plans, but no foundation or actual thought put into it.
Big silly sigh of relief up until the point I realized worrying over all that has kept me from getting real work done for a few days now. So mad through the e-mail to confirm there aren't any immediate deadlines. |
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