el blues, L-blues, gossip
WARNING---THIS IS JUICY BUT HEARTBREAKING GOSSIP.
So it happened. After avoiding sex, then avoiding sex with the dateable, then avoiding sex with the willing to date, I did it. I overcame 4 years of avoidance to date someone actually dateable. And I did the other thing I had been avoiding, or rather I faced the root of what I had been avoiding all along: I fell in love.
Then, the counter-action. I didn't avoid sex(iness) with various of the nonideal (among these an unwilling and an unavailable). For no real reason, or possibly autosabotage and fear. And then, I told about the kissing. Or rather, the condom breaking. I suppose I should say there was no clear agreement about openness or lack of.
Right. While reproductive future hangs in the its-lookin-better-than-before-thank-you, nailbiting balance, the mierda hits the goddamn fan. Or lack of. Said partner hits the high road, blocks me from his facebook, doesn't come home, doesn't take my calls.
Meanwhile I'm going home in 2 days and had been planning to completely move in upon return.
Meanwhile I've still got my fingers crossed about what's going on below my abdomen.
Meanwhile I have to work a bunch before leaving, and working is all social.
Meanwhile I'm dying inside.
Meanwhile I'm dying inside.
So it happened. After avoiding sex, then avoiding sex with the dateable, then avoiding sex with the willing to date, I did it. I overcame 4 years of avoidance to date someone actually dateable. And I did the other thing I had been avoiding, or rather I faced the root of what I had been avoiding all along: I fell in love.
Then, the counter-action. I didn't avoid sex(iness) with various of the nonideal (among these an unwilling and an unavailable). For no real reason, or possibly autosabotage and fear. And then, I told about the kissing. Or rather, the condom breaking. I suppose I should say there was no clear agreement about openness or lack of.
Right. While reproductive future hangs in the its-lookin-better-than-before-thank-you, nailbiting balance, the mierda hits the goddamn fan. Or lack of. Said partner hits the high road, blocks me from his facebook, doesn't come home, doesn't take my calls.
Meanwhile I'm going home in 2 days and had been planning to completely move in upon return.
Meanwhile I've still got my fingers crossed about what's going on below my abdomen.
Meanwhile I have to work a bunch before leaving, and working is all social.
Meanwhile I'm dying inside.
Meanwhile I'm dying inside.