A few days ago Friendster Guy and I had a "discussion" wherein I got my feelings hurt but he proceeded to feel worse than I did because he had hurt my feelings. This makes him one of the good guys. The difference, I am discovering, between a good guy and a jerk is that a jerk will walk into your feelings like a bull in a china shop - knowing full well where he is and what he's doing: crash, bang, boom! - whereas a good guy will get in there and realize, "Oh shit! I thought this was the linens department. My bad!"
I have no idea if anyone is reading this anymore. If you have been loyally checking back now and again I applaud you. At one point this blog was a therapeutic outlet for me. I'm glad to have a chronicle of my experiences during this time of my life. Now, however, instead of a creative outlet it's more of a nagging reminder that I should be posting and this girl does not need one more thing on her "To Do" list. I'd love for you to explore the archives if you so chose. If you have already done so, here's a brief update: Friendster Guy and I are still together and co-habitating. We are in domestic, but still unwedded, bliss (that status could be a post or two in and of itself, but, as I've just said, I'm done with that.) We're so domesticated we're in the market for granite countertops. We also just returned from an Aussie/New Zealand vacation and if 8 days in a tiny RV won't solidify (or destroy) a relationship nothing will. We're stronge
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