Hello?

Good day to you all! Both? Anyways.


....Hey! How you doin'? Where you from?

So, you know I have the memory of a leaky sieve, right? Yeah. I had a funny story to tell you but I don't remember what the hell it was even about. I'm sure it was good. Feel free to chortle amongst yourselves in lieu of getting a story and laughing after.

I'm thinking comedy classes might be the interesting. So, there's that.

I'm taking clay sculpture. That should be good.

I was whining about just getting married and my boss called me on that I'm easily bored by people and so finding a life partner could be a bit of a challenge in the short term.

Basically, I'm looking for a friendly NSA-sort of relationship. Like, it's fun to hang out and it's a little intense at first but then it tapers off into regular-ish sex. So, I'll just hold my breath on that.

I kinda stopped talking to Ryan because he was a bit whingy about school. He didn't really (in any way) attempt to contact me at all after that so that's done.

John de-friended me on LJ. He sent a self-congratulatory email to me in re: his moving on. I sent back an email about how: 'No, our relationship wasn't great for me. I'm happy for you that you feel happy and all moved-on but no, I don't really have warm fuzzy feelings about it. Also, you're a bit of a slag for making no effort to contact me, you fucking chicken. Ooo. You want to 'treat me right'? Yeah. Any time would have been a good place to fucking start. I'm just saying. Your turn.'

So, yeah. He didn't really email back after that one. Two reasons: a) he's moved on (which is good) and b) he's a goddamn chicken (something I had been trying to work on with him).

My therapist mentioned that taking a counselling role in regular relationships is death to them. Yeah. It is. Also, dating clingy people who weep is death for the relationship.

I looked back at some of the writing I did during the relationship and it started in May and by July I was avoiding him and trying to break it off and slow it down. I'd try to break up, a crisis would happen in his life, he would weep like a little bitch with a skinned knee, I would not follow up with the breakup. It took a month(!) of not talking to him before he decided it was his idea that we should break up and then he waited for me to phone to tell him that I was actually done so he could stop thinking and he's all 'oh, didn't I tell you?'

Yeah. Not looking forward to next year, when I'm in his class. Awkward.

Hehehe.

On a related note, it'll be more interesting sitting in class knowing what he looks like naked, being bound and pegged.

Still, I could post more often.