You know things are grim
when you start googling your exes. Just to, you know, see what they're up to. Where they live. If it might be worth the 4-hour drive and if they're single and hopefully no longer start their days with bong hits (though I'm not too picky about this) and if maybe they wouldn't say no to one tiny little make-out session. And then not talk to you again for about 8 months or so.
I forgot how certain aspects of being single can be very difficult.
I forgot how certain aspects of being single can be very difficult.
posted by Julia Story at 1:28 PM
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sigh. the devil you know...
:-) you crack me up. there's no need to be picky re:flings, right?
Oh contraire, nu. Bm says, "Be picky. Be very picky.
"You never know when a fling might accidentally become a relationship."
I recommend having protected sex with a pro instead. Not enough women do.
Or if you want to be extra cautious, you can just pay for oral + penetration by inanimate toy. That's probably more advisable.
A toy for...what?
Toys can't really cuddle though. But I agree that it's advisable for me to stay away from exes. In fact, I should probably just cloister myself.
-Sister Shrew
Sister Shrew,
ever read that great book about lesbian nuns? ;) even the cloister isn't safe for me!
find some guy who's really nice, who you're not attracted to at all, who isn't a psycho. That's always good. (of course, those things rarely come together, and then they fall for you and it's all over.)
taking vows in Buffy verse,
sister yd
Dear shrew,
In your place, I would probably do as you are doing and not as I'm advising. I holed-up in that town just to avoid bumping into an ex-friend. Can't imagine how much more I'd fear bumping into an ex-husband. Uh.
um, of course I'm kidding re: pickiness. :-) but ya'll knew that.
I am taking the notion of "holing up" to a whole new level. Pun may be intended.
Since my primary relationship is with a dachsund, I take a lot of my cues from her: emerge from under the covers for the following only: food, water, brief forays outside to take care of necessary business (in my case that would be work) stretching (in my case that would be yoga) and staring into corners listening to unheard noises (that would be me analyzing my dreams, writing, meditating, slowly going crazy).
Maybe eventually I'll just turn into a dog and then I'll never have to worry about relationships ever again.
yeah, but then you'd be humping the legs of random strangers...
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