I was supposed to be in the mountains and kick around museums and galleries with Tesoro next weekend.

As is my modus operandi, I reread hundreds of thousands of words. Most of them were her words that she’d written to me since the very beginning of August and can hear the change in her tone after my birthday. Unless I get a notification, I shall never log into my Teams account again unless another person needs to use that platform.

I also used my individual therapy session on Tuesday for help processing our online relationship.

I think that she has grown tired of being abroad and wants to get home. Not on my dime though. I would do that if she and I were travelling together. And we’re not. In fact, I’m not sure if I’ll ever kiss and hug her.

So, I could mope.

Or I could fly to Boston on Thursday night and spend 3 full days there. Yes, let’s do that.

I have never been to Massachusetts. I’m going to see Harvard and take a ferry to Provincetown. If the latter is cool, I’ll go back there next July for an annual lesbian event.

I have a friend that I met at the weekend poly event that I attended in June, so I may see her as well. I’ve exchanged some texts with her.

I also changed my profile in my dating app. It pisses me off that people don’t read it fully or Google “Solo Poly.” So, at the end of my profile I wrote that I’m seeing a travel partner and also local women and then I wrote in bold to read my bio.

I’m going to read other blogs and then blog after my trip.