He's 16, and it was on the friend? He should be all right, unless the friend rolls over on him, but unless it was like, a 1/4 lb of weed, he should get no more than a slap.

Unless AZ has really draconian drug laws.

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Yeah, Strix, I'd agree. I would, however, take it as a sign that the Adam-raises-himself plan is totally not working.(Also, my dad caught him smoking twice...is the weed for fun, or is it a problem?) I know his mom is a psycho, but I'm not sure how "just between us" I would have been, since now it's a little secret with a hearing attached.(But, like, I said, if I had ever done that, I'd still be hearing about it.) He tried to say they weren't even his friends(Nice loyalty, A.) but I don't even think my dad went for that.

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Hmm. 16? I truly don't know problem or occasional past-time...

If he's dumb enough to get caught twice, I'd ground him for sure on reasons of "Dude, busted, be more careful, dumbass!" because, really? It's much easier to sneak off and get high than it is to sneak off and get drunk and not get caught, and one should have more pride.

I smoked pot as a teenager, and it wasn't a problem. Teenage drinking is more problematic for me. But if he's delivering for people at 16, that IS a big deal and needs to be dealt with. (If I had a psycho mom, I'd probably smoke a lot, too, though. But not BE A DRUG MULE. For "non-friends." Whatevs.)

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The whole family needs a wakeup call...not just him. I think it's too bad that we've been estranged and I've seen him maybe twelve times in his whole life. Yeah, I know it's fun...don't want to Reefer Madness the kid, but, you know, people sometimes do things like that to escape too. His mom hates my guts. (That's not why she's psycho, the intensity of the reaction might be though...damn!)

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omnis, I would hesitate to trade a gas dryer for electric. Would you need to pay someone to move their appliances to your place and haul yours away?

Dunno about the move from their place, I'd hope they aid in that, being strapping youngens that they are. As for disposal of mine, I could call Habitat for Humanity or Goodwill.

omnis, I missed where your setup is gas and theirs is electric. That might make me think twice. No really it wouldn't, because gas scares me; but electric is more expensive, I hear?

Gas is about half as expensive, but electric is safer. So. eh. Still on the fence.

Erika, given your bro is a minor, this might just the thing he needs. Could be a blessing in disguise.

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In the ongoing saga of Wink Man, he doesn't seem to be on Facebook, but I found him on Twitter. Only four Tweets! All I learned was a local restaurant he likes. Hmpf. But after I Followed him, he replied, saying "glad giving my name worked!" AHA. I feel like Sherlock getting an invitation to The Game from Moriarty. Hopefully this will involve fewer explosions.

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Sounds like he wants you to track him. It's his thrill.

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Ha! How sneaky.

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Maybe he's just weeding out the ones who couldn't find him and the ones who wouldn't dare? Maybe I'm giving him too much credit. Maybe he's just lazy. I'm actually okay with it either way.

Pursuant to the previous conversation re: sex, after thinking about it, I've realized that I'm totally comfortable in a relationship/situation where I'm the more sexually aggressive one. Apparently it's not either sex or men I fear, it's sexual demands. Someone pursuing me frightens me on an instinctive level; I shut down and want to pull away. If I'm allowed to take charge, I'm more likely to want it.

So although it certainly doesn't mean his approach will translate to any other pursuit, Wink Man has taken the perfect approach to catching and keeping my interest: he's letting/encouraging me to pursue him. He's set up the pieces and let me play the game.

However this plays out, I've learned something valuable about myself.

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erika, yikes. Teenagers.

But after I Followed him, he replied, saying "glad giving my name worked!"

Oh, super sneaky.

I've realized that I'm totally comfortable in a relationship/situation where I'm the more sexually aggressive one. Apparently it's not either sex or men I fear, it's sexual demands. Someone pursuing me frightens me on an instinctive level; I shut down and want to pull away. If I'm allowed to take charge, I'm more likely to want it.

Oh, man. I have such a knot in my gut reading that. That was one of the absolutely most incrediblly awesome things about StW; I have never felt so safe and so respected and such a whole *person* during sex. Not that I always took the lead, but just how often he would check in with me, would stop on a dime if I asked, apologized if he even accidentally made me uncomfortable at all. I was really like, "Holy SHIT. People like this exist?!?! Sex can be this good?"

Damn, I miss that.

However this plays out, I've learned something valuable about myself.

Very cool! And a good thing to be conscious of, both the lesson and the learning.

I heard back from Z after another text. He says he's still processing. He's coming over for dinner and we're going to the movie with Nora and Tom.

Right, now to see how much I can get done in the realms of cleaning and work in an hour.

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