The Devil ain't lost her horns yet
Well, for the benefit of all 3 of you who were wondering where the devil I've been, the answer's quite simply in the last post.
I thought I'd try a little straight-lacing, (almost) monogamous committment and honestly, all that jazz... Okay, and paranoia got the better of me too. With him being over at mine so often, I didn't want him stumbling upon certain online sexual confessions.
But things have taken a slightly less hunky-dory turn, as things usually do. And I've missed indulging in these semi-public exposes. After all, now that the entire civilised world and their kid sisters are all furiously blogging with the bandwagon, I reckon one more shameless name-less won't hurt.
We'll call him the Boyfriend.
The one with whom it's completely appropriate to stuff a hand deep into the pockets of for an inappropriate amount of time in order to fish out a simple article such as a coin in public. In other words, to actually go out with rather than just go home with.
Ah, what a wholesome change that can be! For a while, anyway.
Call me ungenerous, but I stop reciprocating with monogamy and honesty once it's not being given freely either. And patience is still not one of my virtues. For the same reasons that i don't see it necessary to wait until a dying relationshup has been officially killed off before I start seeing someone, I also don't need to see it fully revived before I walk away. In fact, the first signs of life are enough to warrant departure.
Cowardly? Probably. Selfish? Definately.
But detachment is the way to live without disappointment, and life is far too short for anger, much less vengeance. It's much easier to love and move on. As they say, all's fair in love and war, and I'm much more of a lover than a fighter.
Anyway, the point is that I got tired of suppressing a part of myself, however small it was. And an awful lot's happened since, and I do want to write them down to let them go, but I'm late for a date and I may be rather occupied for the rest of the night to be writing undisturbed.
I hope so, anyway!
I thought I'd try a little straight-lacing, (almost) monogamous committment and honestly, all that jazz... Okay, and paranoia got the better of me too. With him being over at mine so often, I didn't want him stumbling upon certain online sexual confessions.
But things have taken a slightly less hunky-dory turn, as things usually do. And I've missed indulging in these semi-public exposes. After all, now that the entire civilised world and their kid sisters are all furiously blogging with the bandwagon, I reckon one more shameless name-less won't hurt.
We'll call him the Boyfriend.
The one with whom it's completely appropriate to stuff a hand deep into the pockets of for an inappropriate amount of time in order to fish out a simple article such as a coin in public. In other words, to actually go out with rather than just go home with.
Ah, what a wholesome change that can be! For a while, anyway.
Call me ungenerous, but I stop reciprocating with monogamy and honesty once it's not being given freely either. And patience is still not one of my virtues. For the same reasons that i don't see it necessary to wait until a dying relationshup has been officially killed off before I start seeing someone, I also don't need to see it fully revived before I walk away. In fact, the first signs of life are enough to warrant departure.
Cowardly? Probably. Selfish? Definately.
But detachment is the way to live without disappointment, and life is far too short for anger, much less vengeance. It's much easier to love and move on. As they say, all's fair in love and war, and I'm much more of a lover than a fighter.
Anyway, the point is that I got tired of suppressing a part of myself, however small it was. And an awful lot's happened since, and I do want to write them down to let them go, but I'm late for a date and I may be rather occupied for the rest of the night to be writing undisturbed.
I hope so, anyway!
posted by rose at 4:30 PM
2 Comments:
welome back :)
Here's an idea for you to toy around with;
record the events of the evening and put it up as a podcast while it's still novel.
Great to have you back. 8)
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