Yeah, so I met this wonderful girl. She loves Russian history. I don't meet many girls with whom I can discuss Russian history. She is also damned attractive. But, as she told me three hours into our talk, she has a boyfriend. Now, she said "sort of boyfriend", but to me if you've been seeing someone for a year and a half then they're just a plain boyfriend.
She took down my number, and we've exchanged a text message or two. I won't, however, allow things to go any further than that. It's this damned conscience, see; it gets in the way all the time.
Maybe it isn't even a conscience. Maybe I've just been subjected to that hell in the past and, consequently, I have an acute awareness of what it feels like.
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How do you have a sort-of boyfriend for a year and a half?
At least you made a new friend?
I guess she was just confused at the time. But, yes, it's good to make a new friend, especially a friend that's interested in Russian history.
Sort-of boyfriend could be code for I'd-ditch-him-for-someone-like-you boyfriend
Meeting of the minds is the headiest experience! I agree with E, that sounded like 'I do now, but that is subject to change now that I've met you...'
Hi Jason,
It wasn't hard to find your blog with your name and a google search.
I'm sorry that my comment confused you. I remember when you asked me what a "sort of boyfriend" means, and I had trouble answering. It's a tough one and especially in that mode of jittery excitement I was in.
Seeing it's now a topic of blog conversation, I should add some clarification. It means that I adore someone but he has been unwilling to commit to a relationship with me, so I've settled for a casual r/ship. I may have had feelings of inadequacy about this, but when It goes on for such a long time begins to feel normal(like a normal r/ship). Often I tend to claim that I'm happy with the situation, that I'm somehow empowered by it, but it's clearly not the case.
I felt like I needed to say something regarding this r/ship on Saturday night as we were getting along way too well on that couch. It would've seemed a bit dishonest to avoid the subject.
How very embarrassing.
Sorry. Was that a blog faux pas, what I just did?
Um, I was going to leave an appropriately supportive comment and all, but I see that, um...damn.
Well, I guess it's easier now that all is out in the open.
Good luck kid.
Yeah, sometimes I think life would be slightly easier if I didn't have a conscience...
Go for it.
Let that be her responsibility...for now. I'm not as a married man suggesting you make another cuckold in any ongoing sense, but if you don't explore you'll never know... she may be on the verge of leaving, anyway...don't give her grief about it for now, get to know her, just go for it, and if you are going to end up serious...
Ah hell, what do I know??
Hey Mr. Armaniac, I thought you'd departed blogland?
We're going to meet up for drinks this week. I guess we'll reserve judgment until we've had a chance to talk. Such rapport doesn't come along every day...
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