so much to say...

but right now I'm just tired. I'll talk some stuff out, and I'll sleep, and maybe later I'll get to the savory stuff. There was lots of savory stuff. There was also a bit of crying, a lot of laughing, and the evil juniper berry. I'm tellin' ya, keep the gin away from me. Thanks.

*sigh* It's like I'm the embodiment of a concept and why it can't work in practice.

that last line.

M is in the process of divorcing his wife. M is B's OSO, has been for around 4 years, maybe 5, I'm not sure. I love him, he loves me, and we each love other people, and we both know that none of our current relationships can be the companionship and child-bearing partner we desire. This is not enough reason for us to not have some of the most amazing sex ever. Seriously.

However, M is starting to go out with K. ( The plot thickens, like the lump in my throat. )

In the good news department, B&Dave have hammered out their contract and I should get a copy via email tomorrow. Also, they both have invited me to go dancing with them. I guess they really like it, regardless of who is dancing with whom: B invited me to join Dave sometime when she can't get out of work Friday night in time to make the dance party, and this week Dave invited me to accompany B on Wednesday night since he had something come up. I said I don't know the dances and would get there a bit late due to work, but I don't see why not. Well, one possible reason is just nerves; it's been a while since she and I hung out with each other socially. This is a group social event, with an agenda, and I'll be learning the dances as I go, since I'm not one taking lessons... *sigh* Yeah, I would talk with her if I could figure out what there was to say that would make me feel better. It's my own damage, really, since she doesn't have anything against me.

Damn; I scheduled myself to hang out with an old friend tomorrow night instead of attempting to go to a Meet-Up where there would be the vaguest possibility of meeting someone new and interesting and attempting to Put Myself Out There, enter the Dating Scene blah blah sis boom bah. How forgetful of me. What messed up priorities I have.