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  • Okay here's one for the books.
    A friend of mine is in an open marriage, and has been since the beginning of the marriage.
    She believes she's polyamorous. He's okay with that.

    Recently the two decided to split up. The friend is moving out. Has a new apartment, the whole shebang.

    Today, I get a message from said friend saying:

    -Wesis asking me if you are off limits. FYI he thinks your pretty

    Not sure what to say I responded I was flattered. Nothing more. Was surprised, but in the middle of something else. Left it at that.

    -Haha yep he likes you quite a bit. He wants your number.

    I'm on good terms with Wes. He's a good man. We're quite similar. He recently talked me through a rough night. Sure I like him. I'd even consider dating him if he wasn't my friend's husband.

    But he is married to my friend.

    And that is just too weird for me.

    I think.

    I really have no idea why I allow people I don't even like to hurt me so much.

    That's all, really.

    I went on a GREAT date with a GREAT guy. He is still interested in me, we've had a couple awkward email exchanges, phone calls and a run in, which is much like the encounters I had with him prior to our date. But he is uncomfortable and intimidated, it's obvious. I feel like if we had another date we could talk and decide that maybe there is something worth pursuing or decide that no, it's absolutely not going to work. But pushing for that second date just makes me all the more intimidating.

    I know he is an intelligent, confident man in the rest of his life. I am not an intimidating person, at least I never thought so. A "recent" divorce on his side might have him behaving with added caution (recent being within the last 2 years).

    I can't stop thinking about but don't know what to do...

    "Have you been drinking? We're going to go do work at the RCMP, remember? So, uh, you're going to be OK to go?"
    I don't have to hear any bitching about the things I post here.

    Sorry for being such a downer. I am just really frustrated lately.

    You know, if you don't like my Facebook posts, you can click the little button that turns them off. It's simple and immediate.

    On the other hand, if I have to 1) hear about your bitching and 2) block you, well, that's a two-step process.

    I started throwing up yesterday, seemingly out of the blue.  I tried not to get my hopes up and told myself it was the tummy bug that was going around… When I threw up again today, I allowed myself to hope.  (I wouldn’t have bothered hoping if my boobs hadn’t been sore all week)  I stayed home from work and zipped to the grocery store and bought some tests.  I peed on the stick.  Sadly, after 10 months of trying, there’s still only one, single, stupid line.  One day, I swear, I’m going to lose my patience and I’m going to throw that damn stick across the bathroom if it doesn’t give me that bloody double line.  So as it stands, today I’m home from work and simply sick.  Not pregnant.  (And I’m still bloody throwing up.  Not happy about this.) 

    Surprisingly enough, painting has resumed. As it turned out, everyone was on the same page with paint colour all along. Yay!

    Today's complaints:

    1. There were grammar mistakes on the agenda posted: used "capitol" instead of "capital" and used "revue" instead of "review."


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