Merry Xmas! Santa brought me 4 e-mails from men who want to date me. My cow is sad that so many puppy dogs are alone at the holidays but there is only one of me and I've decided thumbs down on polyamory so some decisions must be made (sigh).
I think I'm confused on the whole boundaries concept because of the odd way my relationship with GP ended. When he said that I was "the least vengeful woman he ever date" it was really just a reflection of the fact that I decided that I didn't care enough to want to "tend fence" and thereby lead him on. Basically our relationship ended with the same kind of conversation that might go on between an employer calling to apologize that he hadn't gotten back to an applicant in a timely fashion and the job applicant politely signaling that she had decided that she wasn't exactly sure that the position was right for her either so no need to apologize. Okay, that wasn't the greatest analogy because what I was trying to convey is that the "not getting back to me in a timely fashion" would have been something I would have verbalized a boundary about if I cared enough about getting the job but because I was ambivalent about the job for other reasons I didn't.
Anyways, my whole lover vs. f*ckbuddy vs. BF theory might just be a little something I came up with simply because I am in denial about something else. The analogy might have something to do with how people become addicted to heroin or maybe how people become addicted to sushi.
"Tell me, what is it you plan to do with your one wild and precious life?" - Mary Oliver
