Happy to be seen.
I'm in one of those silly, "you-should-know-better, this-is-all-your-fault" relationships thats not even really a relationship but a friendship that would have been heartier without that stupid, physical element that renders all human beings completely stupid upon its introduction to the relationship-not-relationship.
I suppose I'm glad that I'm moving, in the way that the thing will be solved for itself then... but I realized, the person I'm with now, for example, doesn't want anyone to know that we're anything more than semidecent friends. When I took offense, he assured me that he just thought it was "better that way" so that people didn't draw incorrect conclusions, and that it was "really for me" anyway since people always do think worse of the woman in such a relationship. This nonwithstanding, I thought back to the days when I had men around me that were proud to have me around, in their lives, on their arm or somesuch. I've had partners that couldn't wait to tell their friends that I was with them. I've had men drop everything they were doing to come see about me. I had one lose a job to get to me. I'm not indicating that this is always all-over desireable behavour; but since when did I become someone of whom to be ashamed?
I want someone who's happy to be seen with me.