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it's like barely almost sunset, and I'm in my nightgown.
I've never described it to you have I? I've had this garment for like at least fifteen years. It's the softest cotton and has pockets and I've sewn the rips in it several times. I never wear it around company, yet it is treasured. Shit, if you made it in the move, you are like something that made it out of a house fire or a war.
As Bob Dylan says, back in the ring.
I think relationships are what we are here for...
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preposition.
and I'm sure you want to the know the conclusion of the kid's dog story.
So, obvi, I'm like thinking - this is a dealbreaker - not being there for someone when their dog died. That's a rubicon.
so, I apologized in text and he had sent me - god yes it's the fucking usual but people have their styles y'all - "goodnight beautiful" at three in the morning. He had gone out with a gal pal. Ah a surrogate.
But, he is filed with Andrew in my head and that won't bode well for him - too many similarities. we've both gotten what we need. I'll extricate gently as is being done to me. Fair fair.
Did I lose my shit though today when he begged to "kiss me one more time before you go" ?
back me in a corner you fuck face. but whatever. I gave him twenty minutes. he lapped it up. blah blah. In the business, they call him my validator.
The ONLY thing that was nice about it is I learned that humans can be emotional regulators. I was going around like a crazy woman with packing, last day of work, new date, airport stress, logistics, being judged by my mom and sis.... and putting my forehead on his forehead and hugging him - I mean shit - it really did calm me down.
humans.
OK, so the new date. I couldn't resist life putting this before me - the fourth dude to meet me IRL is the fourth professor.
You know the saddest thing y'all?
It was lunch, and the man hugged me on the street like an addict.
People fucking need touch.
literally.
that is all.
what else to babble at you before I turn my mind to other hamster wheels?
you know it's all about to be the musical chairs game right?
I'm not sure why I'm not as upset as I was in 2000, but it's the same pain.
y'all. the world's crazy.
Let's dance...
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