andrewducker | (no subject)

I meet a guy, usually under benign circumstances, and we become "friends," we hang out, we go to dinner, movies, we have the conversations about our feelings on the opposite sex without directly talking about how we feel about each other. The relationship goes like this long enough so that I get comfortable, I think, Cool, I have a new friend. I don't think he's interested in being more than my friend, because if he was he would have tried to kiss me, offered to buy me dinner, done something that was more than just friendly. Sure, some part of me secretly wonders why. We're both single, attractive adults, but I'm happy having a new friend who won't talk in the middle of movies and will listen to my stories.

Then it happens, it always happens. Maybe there's too much beer involved; maybe, as in the latest case, there's too little electricity -- whatever. He makes his move. It doesn't matter whether I end up making out with him or I say something along the lines of I'd rather preserve our friendship, because right then, the friendship is over. It never turns into that romantic-comedy mushy romance of my lifetime crap. Either I call too much after that because I still think we're friends or, horror of horrors, I might be hoping that there was more to this than a one-night stand and he thinks I'm being clingy or he gets clingy or I hurt his ego or whatever. It never works out; we never can remain friends.

Observations from the crowd?

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I like the way you don't explain :) But I thought you lived with

tisme? Oh god, more poly ? {sigh}

Oh, it's not me. That's an Agony Aunt thing from Salon.

And I'm not Poly. I am complicated tho. I'll explain on Friday. Shortly before I kidnap you, of course.

Thanks god for that, I was just wishing in the bath that someone would take me away from all this :)

Moi, je suis devastatingly simple par contraire. (For "simple" read "single ". Or mayeb "simple" times two..)

Ooh, baths. I so miss a decent sized bath. I've only go a shower (ripped out the bath and put in a shower instead, because there wasn't space or cash for a decent sized bath).

I'm kinda single, but still sharing a room with the ex. We've agreed that she will continue to live with me until she finished saving up for her round the world trip (several months). It's certainly an unusual arrangement (although experience has shown me that the majority of arrangements are unusual), but it seems to work, although it does make life a little straightjacketed until she heads off.

I was wondering about that, it seemed odd. It didn't sound like you