Let’s talk more about dating. I’ve been maundering about it in the past two posts, and I have more to say. I was listing the things I looked for in a partner. Let’s keep it going. 7. They have to be on the fringe. I’m a freak. I’ve been a freak all my life. I… Continue Reading
In my last post, I talked about my issues with dating–and why I want to try it again. I also wrote about why the idea was daunting–or rather, why I really, really, really like my own company. And my cat, Shadow! He’s my best companion. I noted that one of my issues with dating is that as… Continue Reading
I haven’t dated in over a decade. The last time I was with someone, he love-bombed me to the point that we were planning on forever being together. It was all him, honestly, and my desire to be with someone (and to please the person I’m with) that made me go along with it. I’m… Continue Reading
It’s been six months since I had my medical trauma. It feels like no time has passed and all the time in the world has passed simultaneously. The first month after I came home from the hospital, it was all I could think about–when I was awake. Not why it happened to me because I’m… Continue Reading
I have always felt compassion for other people to a disconcerting degree. It wasn’t just that I knew what they were feeling (though I did); it was that I felt what they were feeling. I was a conduit to their emotions and I hated it. It happened with all emotions, but especially with negative ones.… Continue Reading
Six months ago was the worst night of my life. One that will be etched in my brain forever, even though I was unconscious when it happened, I’ll never forget the retelling of it by my brother. Nor the moment when I opened my eyes, angry, confused, and afraid. I was ready to fight whatever… Continue Reading
So. Since talking to my brother about my ability to read people, I’ve been thinking more about it. For most of my life, I’ve thought of it as something to tamp down and block myself from to the best of my ability. It’s difficult to deal with that kind of input on a daily basis… Continue Reading
Love stinks. At least, that was my motto until roughly a year ago. On and off. When I was a teenager before I got my first date, I desperately wanted it. It was the only thing on my mind and I cringed at how desperate I was. Unrequited crushes that never hid and other assorted… Continue Reading
Five months after the worst and wildest night of my life, I’m sitting on my couch, contemplating my navel–and the rest of my life. One thing I’m thinking about is dating. About a dozen years ago, I gave up on dating because I had just gotten out of a horrible relationship that I had rushed… Continue Reading
I like bladed weapons. A lot. I don’t think this is a surprise to anyone who knows me. Maybe the depth of my love, but not the fact that I’m an aficionado. I am fairly open about it, and I am always up for talking about it (though not the quantitative stuff such as the… Continue Reading