From Riley

[phtgrphcscot]

BASICS
1. Start Time - Seven.
2. Name - Beth Christina Anderson.
3. Astrology sign - Cancer/Leo cusp.
4. Gender - Female.
5. Eye color - Blue-green.
6. Favorite color - Blue.
7. Glasses - Sometimes.
8. Tattoos - None.
9. Birthday - July 22nd 1983.
11. Sibling's name(s) - Nay siblings, nay names.

Comments

[pullmysteth]

I'm glad to hear #54.

[phtgrphcscot]

So am I. Is it about to change?

[pullmysteth]

Tell me how you've been first. I miss you.

[phtgrphcscot]

I miss you too, love. And I've been okay. Cannae complain too much. Decided to keep out of teaching for a wee while, and trying my hand at portrait photography. Cannae say my sex situation is any better. I might have to become a nun so I dinnae feel so bad.

[pullmysteth]

Are you enjoying the photography? You should get Lachlan on the case. He'll be wanting to set you up in the blink of an eye. I think he needs a hobby that doesn't involve his own penis.

[phtgrphcscot]

Very much so. The children can be a wee bit of a handful, but it isnae like I havenae dealt with kids before. Aye, and I suppose he wouldnae have to worry about me slapping him in the face for setting me up with a dud.

How's your penis, love?

[pullmysteth]

Has he set you up with duds in the past? ;)

It's been trying to create havoc in my life. But I think that's what god intended when he gave them to guys. Are you busy?

[phtgrphcscot]

You're the exception, Riley Browne. I cannae hope for two good ones in a row.

Aye, it's true. You lads cannae seem to keep them out of trouble. I'm never busy for you. What's wrong?

[pullmysteth]

You never know. The next one probably won't be such a pain in your arse.

I was going to call you, but I can't really be trusted to get through the conversation. I couldn't even get through my coffee this morning. Beth, I got my results. I have HIV.

[phtgrphcscot]

I think that would be asking for a miracle.

Oh, Riley... I willnae apologise because I promised. Is there anything I can do?

[pullmysteth]

Shit, seems I can't get through an online conversation, either. Hang on, I need some tissues...

There isn't a lot anyone can do. I've started treatment that's not really for the fainthearted. I just... I can't really believe it.

[phtgrphcscot]

I'd hug the laptop if I thought you could feel it.

Where's Tab? Is she with you? Is she okay? I cannae believe it, either. I was so sure...

[pullmysteth]

I can feel it, love.

She's here. She's not okay, but she's trying to be. She's got herself a new lad who doesn't seem to mind she's away. I let myself hope I was alright. It was my biggest mistake.

[phtgrphcscot]

A new lad? Well, at least she has someone that knows how important you are. And you cannae blame yourself for this, Riley. You cannae blame yourself for needing and believing in a sliver of hope. You wouldnae have known.

[pullmysteth]

She seems pretty smitten, and I think its mutual. She deserves someone to worship the ground she walks on. Someone who wants to spoil her but also take care of her and be her equal. He hooked her with Hendrix, so it could be a match made in heaven. The smile she gets when she talks about him is amazing to see.

I know. On some level I know. But it's just... so hard.

[phtgrphcscot]

I'm glad she's happy, love. She does deserve all of that, if only because you do, too. You're both amazing people.

It's hard now because you're still taking it in. You need to give yourself time.