SO. MUCH. WHINE.
Look, pain is pain, and it both sucks and blows.
Teppy is wise. Pain is awful, ongoing pain is even worse, you're not whining, and even if you WERE, you are totally allowed to, especially in this situation!
Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risqué (and frisqué), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
SO. MUCH. WHINE.
Look, pain is pain, and it both sucks and blows.
Teppy is wise. Pain is awful, ongoing pain is even worse, you're not whining, and even if you WERE, you are totally allowed to, especially in this situation!
::hugs Suzi:: I wish I had a magic wand, as ita used to tell me.
And Maria, sending you all kinds of love and warmth and comfort. If you want to, think about coming over this way soon, and we can raise a few glasses to ... whatever you like! Before you pick up stakes, anyway!
smonster, I don't think Ghost Boy deserves you. And I think YOU deserve better.
Dating bites. I have given up for the moment and have a FWB instead, who sort of drives me crazy sometimes, but the expectations are low, the sex is pretty good, and once a month or so, that's a nice thing.
I am totally buying this hat: [link]
Cute hat.
Cuffing season is followed by, according to the parlance of the lesbians I hung with many years ago, the "springtime shuffle."
Thanks for the support, all. I have a first date with someone else tomorrow night and I don't think I'll be texting Ghost Bou again
Suzi, what Steph said. I hate to hear you are suffering.
Yeah, exactly. It's not, you're becoming exclusive with this person because they're really the right person for you and you have a deep and abiding bond. It's basically, you're too lazy to try to keep looking for the right person what with it taking more effort to be out and about during a blustery winter season. But come springtime, see ya later winter cuddler.
Good job, smonster, this is super tough, and you have come a long way.
Speaking of moving to be with Buffistas, I just woke up from a dream in which smonster and I got an apartment together in New York City... or maybe somewhere in outlying areas. It was in a run-down old building that plainly once had been the height of luxury. We got a great deal on the rent - $695 per month for a 2 bedroom apartment - because everyone in the apartments above us had to come through our place to get to the stairs to their floors. That was a bit of a surprise, but we decided to make the best of it, being friendly with everyone who came through, building community. Soon we were serving snacks in the evenings, even people from lower floors were stopping in, someone brought us a cat who looked like Harvey. One day we all decided to explore the attic of the building - it had a bunch of old hotel (think Angel's Hyperion) lobby furniture, so we talked about having a sleep-over up there for the whole building. When I woke up, we had discovered that the back of the building had access to a private beach.
If you want to, think about coming over this way soon, and we can raise a few glasses to ... whatever you like!
I was over your way two weeks ago, when I went to get my Italian passport renewed. Ended up doing some work from a Starbucks on DeKalb Pike.
How is September looking for you?
Good luck with the first date, smonster!
It's basically, you're too lazy to try to keep looking for the right person what with it taking more effort to be out and about during a blustery winter season. But come springtime, see ya later winter cuddler.
I think I'm incapable of doing that. I seem to be built for LTR. I fall too quickly, which is not a problem if the other person feels the same way, but it's hell on earth when it's not reciprocated and it takes me ages to recover. I made it a bit easier on myself by making myself less emotionally available/invested when someone expresses interest, but if they get past that part...
Andi, that's a lovely dream, and I would totally live in that building, just for you and smonster.
Oh, I want to live there too! Excellent dreaming.
There must have been some serious magic in that building because the furniture in the attic was a bit dusty but otherwise not nasty and musty. It would be a fine place for Buffistas to colonize. The beach out back seemed to be designed to be safe for kids, and with the kind of community we were building, it would be great for people of all ages. Gotta say, we'd have to put some work into making it accessible, though. Also, somebody's going to have to do something about the two 70s green gas stoves that were randomly placed in non-kitchen rooms (our kitchen had a nice white stove).