Well... I'm single.
Nothing to do whatsoever with my little piece o' ass on the side (believe it or freaking not), we decided we lived in a very codependent relationship and that I needed to have my youth and live life before it passes me by. Be single for a while. In short. So. [Waves goodbye to four years of her livelihood]
The thing with the open relationship went surprisingly well. We all spent a while getting to know one another, then spent several days writing back and forth about what we wanted out of this, the definitions of each relationship, and how to proceed. Finally I told the Boy I was going to sleep with Piece o' Ass, he said okay and gave me a hug. Slept with Piece o' Ass, so my count is up to a whopping 2, and everyone was fine with it.
The problems came when I started going out and Boy was no longer the sole focus of my attention. I did everything I could to spend every waking minute with him and convince him I loved him, but although he wouldn't admit to it, he basically needed me to give up my recently acquired social life and be the sole focus of my social attention. And I hit a wall. Maybe we can back together in a few years, but I need to be single for a while.
So Pixie is not at home anymore. She is gone out of her head for a while and is staying in Candyland; please leave a message.
EDIT to say, I have spent the morning signing up for Friendster, myspace, and livejournal. My livejournal handle is also pixietits and the other two are Lindy, if you wanna come say hi.
Nothing to do whatsoever with my little piece o' ass on the side (believe it or freaking not), we decided we lived in a very codependent relationship and that I needed to have my youth and live life before it passes me by. Be single for a while. In short. So. [Waves goodbye to four years of her livelihood]
The thing with the open relationship went surprisingly well. We all spent a while getting to know one another, then spent several days writing back and forth about what we wanted out of this, the definitions of each relationship, and how to proceed. Finally I told the Boy I was going to sleep with Piece o' Ass, he said okay and gave me a hug. Slept with Piece o' Ass, so my count is up to a whopping 2, and everyone was fine with it.
The problems came when I started going out and Boy was no longer the sole focus of my attention. I did everything I could to spend every waking minute with him and convince him I loved him, but although he wouldn't admit to it, he basically needed me to give up my recently acquired social life and be the sole focus of my social attention. And I hit a wall. Maybe we can back together in a few years, but I need to be single for a while.
So Pixie is not at home anymore. She is gone out of her head for a while and is staying in Candyland; please leave a message.
EDIT to say, I have spent the morning signing up for Friendster, myspace, and livejournal. My livejournal handle is also pixietits and the other two are Lindy, if you wanna come say hi.
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odi omnes
The odd relationships I've had always went well because I was the inverse of your boy -- hated to be the center or focus of attention, liked time to myself so much that I'd accidentally disappear for weeks on end, etc. I made a good weakest partner in multiperson relationships, but I absolutely sucked ass at being part of a standard two-person relationship. So, I suppose I'm saying that it's tough to find a great match.
Boy, that was uplifting.