I really thought that she was pleasant on Friday morning because she was getting laid… Turns out that she broke it off with her girlfriend (ALREADY) and she thinks that she says / does things without realizing their impact although she tells her that she loves her. That gave me a lot of pause. She would honestly do her lovers a good favor if the stuff that she says that they do, she’d do. Wow.
Months ago, I’d have called her and flirted a bit and then would have gone up there to have sex with her tonight. Those days are gone, because I’m not in love with her anymore, and grew really tired of the three C’s. Those are critical, controlling, and competitive. It’s really cool in that song “Hallelujah,” which I do know has been covered three million times, when it says, “love is not a victory march.” It’s not. While I do love her, I think that one of my dear friends is correct when she says that she is confused and has lots of interpersonal work to do. That is independent of me.
Speaking of issues… Here is one of mine. Damn crush on “the girl next door” has not subsided and it is SUPER sucky. I think about her all the time, and have darker thoughts about stuff that she confided in me about the way in which her relationship is going. Then I think, “Well, this really might not last.” That is hideous and makes me feel so badly. If I was still Catholic, I’d stay up in there all Saturday night talking about that.
“Father, I commit sin a lot because I love women and can’t pray out the gay at all. And boy, have I tried. I know that I’m telling a celibate this, so probably on a lot of levels it is difficult for you to wrap your brain around it, but that’s not what I’m confessing. I’m confessing that I am perhaps falling for a girl who is in a committed relationship and I listen to problems that they have and that sometimes makes me happy.”
GROSS! How did I become this person? Gotta get back to morality.
I need to meet some girls, dammit! The snow is gorgeous right now and it’s sunny today. I think that since it is my turn to pick (and pay for) lunch with my bday twin so we are going to eat in Cap Hill. There were TWO lesbians at the cool fundraising thing last night and they were snotty and married. Beyonce says that “all the single ladies” are supposed to put their hands in the air, and they were not doing that last night. Damn, damn, damn. Honestly, I had a lot of fun last night though, but they str8 guys were the ones talking to me. Oh well. I can work on my dissertation.