I called it.
Well, I knew that Meghan was going to get the job in Pittsburgh. It's only an hour and a half away. Still. It's the beginning of the end of a relationship that has only just begun. Which is a shame. I am going to fight for it, try to keep it alive. It's just that, that, well, I have trouble gauging exactly how she feels about me. We've already discussed that I intend to keep dating her when she moves away. She is on the same page, with the normal long distance reservations. Still though. I repeat, I can't gauge her. It's kind of hard to take at face value when she told me, via text message, across the table, drunk that she loved me in French. I love her, I know that. Jesus, she's the only girl that I've dated in the last five years that actually took my mind off of the last girl I loved and wronged. All of the others since D, well I just wronged them. That's why I'm pretty sure this is the beginning of the end. I don't believe in Karma, or in any western bastardization of it. It still seems appropriate that I be hurt. I should send out a memo to the exes.
Wow, this has gotten very "livejournaly". Sigh. Well, I have put myself in a position that if we make it six months or so with the long distance thing, I have no lease and can get myself to Pitt as soon as I find a job. There is that. I'm sure that in that time, though, she will find someone better educated and with more earning potential and I'll be out of the picture.
Wow, this has gotten very "livejournaly". Sigh. Well, I have put myself in a position that if we make it six months or so with the long distance thing, I have no lease and can get myself to Pitt as soon as I find a job. There is that. I'm sure that in that time, though, she will find someone better educated and with more earning potential and I'll be out of the picture.