I couldn't do an affair, it would just be wrong.

It's also not going to make you feel better in the long term. It's like drinking heavily in that respect.

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I think that's more of a priority if you like people.

Next time around, I am totally dating Sebaceans.

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Stephen's office had a lunch meeting in a local park last week, and they actually witnessed an affair-in-progress. The couple -- two adults in business garb -- pulled up in separate cars, he got into hers, they proceeded to make out for a while, and then he got back in his car and they left.

In my happy land of denial, I'm going to choose to think that this couple has been married for 8 years and just wanted a lunch make-out session with each other.

See? Isn't that romantic and warm fuzzy making?

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I don't know anyone now, but my paternal grandfather was generally book intolerant. He thought that time spent with a book was time wasted. Whenever he caught his son reading, he'd get pissed off about it. I'm pretty sure my Dad became a bookworm as an act of teenage rebellion.

This could have been part of a brilliant strategy. I'm picturing your grandfather hiding War and Peace under his mattress, and putting on a book-hater facade, to get your dad to read. I think I'm going to tell the kids to watch more TV.

yet if I suddenly found myself alone and wanting to find someone new, there would be a lot of filters in place that have to do with who I am *now*.

I think right now, all my filters are set to: Is he Scott? I can't imagine someone else.

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I think right now, all my filters are set to: Is he Scott? I can't imagine someone else.

That, too. Like I said, not gonna happen without an act of God or some other natural disaster, so I don't worry about it too much. You know, except for when he's inexplicably home late from work and I'm certain that a bus *has* run him over and I will be alone forever... Gotta love catastrophic thinking.

See? Isn't that romantic and warm fuzzy making?

I like your happy, romantic land of denial. I may need a day pass there occasionally.

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Next time around, I am totally dating Sebaceans.

But... no tropical vacations!

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Cindy, LJ was logging me out too, but when I changed to Standard (rather than Secure), I stayed logged in.

vw, good luck on your job! Cause my job search blows.

My Pfizer contact hasn't responded since I sent him my stuff.

i3 Statprobe needs a medical writer...with two or three years experience.

Covalent isn't hiring.

MedImage isn't hiring.

QuatRX gets their people from a contractor.

SoloHill doesn't need a medical writer, but maybe they'll take a microbiologist, not that they're actively looking for anyone, though.

GAH. It doesn't look like the university has anything available either. I don't even want the perfect job. I just need a job. Preferably, that gives me relevant experience. To keep me afloat while I figure out how to start my damn career.

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I hate tropical weather myself. The absence of suitable hot tubs is the real deal-breaker.

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I can't imagine someone else.

This. I hate the idea of being by myself, but the thought of having to learn someone new to that extent is gut-wrenching. Besides, I've been at this married thing for 20 years and counting, and part of me keeps whispering that it wants a break.

During a particularly bad time, Hubby said he wanted me to remarry if it came to that. I told him it wasn't going to happen. I think that made him feel all smug, I didn't tell him it was because I didn't want to adapt to someone else's way of doing dishes and all that.

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You can't take Sebaceans into the sauna, either.

Not that Paul's a sauna person, or a fan of heat, so it's almost like having a Sebacean in the house, only with fewer guns and no leather pants.

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