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Jul. 17th, 2011 08:54 amAt what point did marriage become a way to pick up chicks? I probably suffer from selective sample set bias on the basis of novelty, but wow do I know a lot of people who are married and together or not with other women. Yesterday was coincidentally filled with exposure to swinging married folks - I even sort of wing-manned for one couple. Savage this week made a cutting point to his monogamy is the only option detractors: you may think those folks you know are monog, and their partners may think so...but the lying behind the scenes is inherently under-reported. As for those of you trolling for poon with full up front honest disclosure and agreement: Happy hunting.
I had a birthday recently, and I think I'm over the hating my birthday thing. I care less, and it seems petty to care about...well anything. Why let something be able to upset me? Why carry on through momentum something for which the meaning has faded? I still don't really care, but I kind of was selfish on my birthday - and I sorta liked it. So, this weekend turned out to be a weekend w/o Janna (for the first time in nearly ever) and I decided to be totally selfish about it. I could have named it "date weekend" only the date was me, myself, and I hot 3-way action (all male, but not all masculine). Turns out while I liked it, a lot at first, the relief and selfish indulgence only went so far. Like a new lay, the novelty wore off quickly and ultimately not only disappointed, but left me far happier with what I had. I didn't want a break, but indulged in it when it came and enjoyed it. However, now I'm acutely aware that sitting in NorthsideCoffeeHut reading the onion, city paper, and economist is not nearly as fun alone, people don't look at you, and those cute couples with their kids and dogs seem much further away than they did a week ago.
Of course I'm still going to play video games all day today, and may or may not do that one tiny chore I set up for myself of washing windows &/or sills on the outside.
If I fall out a window to my death, this will sit for all to see and news of the weird or some other twit-mocking site to enjoy
Selfish sort of sorts it self out, and it doesn't even take that long. I was happy as hell when I came home to the blinking message light from Janna...
Ah, now that that out of my system, classical on the stereo, cleaner soaking into the sink grime on its own, this post nearly done and my game only a few clicks away...I'm back to that pointless self-indulgence again. I'll relish it but let's not think it's more than it is.
I had a birthday recently, and I think I'm over the hating my birthday thing. I care less, and it seems petty to care about...well anything. Why let something be able to upset me? Why carry on through momentum something for which the meaning has faded? I still don't really care, but I kind of was selfish on my birthday - and I sorta liked it. So, this weekend turned out to be a weekend w/o Janna (for the first time in nearly ever) and I decided to be totally selfish about it. I could have named it "date weekend" only the date was me, myself, and I hot 3-way action (all male, but not all masculine). Turns out while I liked it, a lot at first, the relief and selfish indulgence only went so far. Like a new lay, the novelty wore off quickly and ultimately not only disappointed, but left me far happier with what I had. I didn't want a break, but indulged in it when it came and enjoyed it. However, now I'm acutely aware that sitting in NorthsideCoffeeHut reading the onion, city paper, and economist is not nearly as fun alone, people don't look at you, and those cute couples with their kids and dogs seem much further away than they did a week ago.
Of course I'm still going to play video games all day today, and may or may not do that one tiny chore I set up for myself of washing windows &/or sills on the outside.
If I fall out a window to my death, this will sit for all to see and news of the weird or some other twit-mocking site to enjoy
Selfish sort of sorts it self out, and it doesn't even take that long. I was happy as hell when I came home to the blinking message light from Janna...
Ah, now that that out of my system, classical on the stereo, cleaner soaking into the sink grime on its own, this post nearly done and my game only a few clicks away...I'm back to that pointless self-indulgence again. I'll relish it but let's not think it's more than it is.
