I think I understand. And it's okay. I love you, but things are going to have to be a little different between us from now on. You're still my best friend and of course we can hang out, but... Jon comes first.

I hope you can understand.

Jon and I have a date Thursday. I guess. Somehow his drunken rambling turned into a dinner invitation. And God help me but I accepted. Because, well, he's very cute, isn't he? And I don't mean physically, although that's certainly the case ( Read more... )

So Bruce came by after Mags did, and we watched a movie together (I refuse to tell you what movie; we got enough flak over just the pillow fort). But the more the evening progressed the more I began to realize that spending time with Bruce felt exactly the same as spending time with Mags. Which means either both were dates or neither was ( Read more... )

I think... I think I may have slept with my boyfriend's clone.

Crane stopped by the other night, presumably for a follow-up after the "administrative snafu" regarding my medication intake. He began to ask some peculiar questions, though, questions which in no way relate to anything medical or professional. Questions about us, about our relationship ( Read more... )

We're back together. For good this time, I hope. Normally at this point I would be incredibly nervous or uneasy, fearing the worst. But I actually feel pretty good about this time. I believe that he truly loves me. And God knows I love him. The rest of it - our history, conflicting viewpoints, all of it - simply doesn't matter. This is all I want ( Read more... )

Doctor Leland was absolutely right. I'm a horribly dependent person, and it's obviously very unhealthy. My happiness should not depend on my current relationships status to the extent that it does. Nor should I feel compelled to be in relationship at all times. Crane's right, I just end up hurting people. Like Harley. And Pepper. God, I feel just ( Read more... )

Please, please tell me I didn't brutally rape Bruce Wayne in an elevator last night. Please.

...I did, didn't I? Oh shit oh fuck oh damn. Tony's going to kill me. Bruce is going to kill me. Crane is probably also going to kill me. He and Wayne are friends or something.

Good God, why are violence and sex inextricably linked in his twisted mind? How ( Read more... )

I, uh, hereby relinquish any claim I previously had to Bruce Wayne. You two obviously have something to work out, and far be it from me to fuck with anyone else's relationship. Particularly when it could only result in injury to my person ( Read more... )

So. My "date" with Bruce is tonight. I've been calling it that, and so far he hasn't objected. I'm really very nervous. I realize it didn't go so well the last time we were seeing each other. But I have to admit, I'm more than a little distracted by Crane right now. Or to be specific, the general lack of Crane. We haven't spoken since Saturday ( Read more... )

I'm more than a little confused right now. If I'm not much mistaken, it seems my "male bonding time" with Bruce last night somehow evolved into a...date. I mean, maybe I'm wrong, but that's sure what it felt like. The reality of it is he and I were holding hands while watching a scary movie. I'm pretty sure that's the very definition of "date." ( Read more... )