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I had been running dry on dreams for a long time and was hoping to get one, and now I have - somewhat interesting, too. I was romantically paired with an old LJ pal, an unlikely one: Better Red, one of those Blurty friends, the theater girl, the anti-children super-atheist. In real life, or maybe I should say in our e-life, we never really reached the flirtation stage. However, she posted a picture or two, and was kind of hot, and we talked, and it was friendly.
I said that we were romantically paired, but that is putting it rather blithely. It's pretty clear that we were not sexual. I didn't touch her. On the other hand, it was as though we were married, or at least we were a very close couple in that kind of way - she was with me, and I was with her, living together, committed. It was clear that the relationship wasn't working, aside from the lack of sex. She seemed to be looking to make it in the music world rather than the theater world, and I confessed that I didn't really make it in her scene. She laughed, agreed, "If only you could at least like the music!" There wasn't anything holding the relationship together, except for my desire for her and my neediness, and apparently that is not enough. Though, we were friendly and talked easily with each other, with a fond note of intimacy, like that of a couple. Apparently, she had a history of just leaving her lovers and flying the coop without notice. I asked her for one favor: to at least let me know if, and when, she is leaving, not to just disappear on me. She agreed, kind of, smiling, laughing a little, saying that she would at least write to me.
I said that we were romantically paired, but that is putting it rather blithely. It's pretty clear that we were not sexual. I didn't touch her. On the other hand, it was as though we were married, or at least we were a very close couple in that kind of way - she was with me, and I was with her, living together, committed. It was clear that the relationship wasn't working, aside from the lack of sex. She seemed to be looking to make it in the music world rather than the theater world, and I confessed that I didn't really make it in her scene. She laughed, agreed, "If only you could at least like the music!" There wasn't anything holding the relationship together, except for my desire for her and my neediness, and apparently that is not enough. Though, we were friendly and talked easily with each other, with a fond note of intimacy, like that of a couple. Apparently, she had a history of just leaving her lovers and flying the coop without notice. I asked her for one favor: to at least let me know if, and when, she is leaving, not to just disappear on me. She agreed, kind of, smiling, laughing a little, saying that she would at least write to me.
