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Guys always ask why you can't go out in the city alone at night.  I can't go out after dark because I'm a girl.  it's unfair, it's not universally true, and it sucks. 

I can however have a very good time walking around with someone for nearly 2.5 hours, including seeing John Kerry's house and going to Trader Joe's (so glad I didn't have money with me, though I probably could have restrained myself and just bought a candy bar or some such.)  Lots of walking, most of it slowly,  lots of talking, most of about nothing important, and a leisurely ramble through the grocery store.  "You just keep talking, and I'll just keep interupting you, don't worry about it."  I never do.  I pause and wait for the end of the interuption, or I get distracted and go off on a tangent with them.  There really is something about walking through a grocery store and just looking at the food.  lots of exotic foods that I haven't ever made, but maybe i should.  And natural food stores have the best 'candy' stuff. 

So, there's been one defining characteristic about boys who I adore for, oh, quite some time now.  Pretty much since I moved to DC, so 4 years, but probably longer, thanks to some college crushes.  Every time I fall for a boy, he has a girl.  And while I'd really hoped I was over that, it doesn't seem like I am.  I may or may not tell him I want first dibs on him when he's single. But as...unhappy as this makes me, I've also got a very very clear leading that even if this, what I have now with him, is the best I can expect, then I will take it over nothing.  because he's actually really important to me, pretty much all of a sudden, and I don't want to lose that.  I always tease Jer that marriage is about compromise. but everything is about compromise, and if my compromise is bigger than his, that's my choice. I wrote an email, as I do most nights, and told him he was important to me, because he'd told me I was important to him earlier when we were talking. And hopefully the email and the conversation say, "I like you, and I respect the fact that you have a girlfriend." Oh, lord. It looks like it's nearly time for one of my least favorite sentences in the english language. "My girlfriend thinks you're really cool." Really? cause I think she's a skank who stole my man. "Oh, thanks. She's really great too. it was great meeting her. I had a great time."

but not for now. For now, bed time. night!

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I was planning to have a tempest-tantrum over the whole thing, but really, I'd forget that I wasn't talking to him by dinner tonight, let alone hold off talking to him for 6 months. Plus, I'd miss talking to him.

It really sucks though. I don't meet the wrong guys. I meet the right guys, but my timing is off. And really, I'm even improving so far as the guys are concerned, though I do somehow keep finding guys who take a really long time to mention having a girlfriend. Or "girl I'm seeing," in this case.

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There is a short story by an author I don't know. It is a culture where men have taken over cooking and house chores, and women are forced to go out and get 'real' jobs and sit in the living room telling stories of how it used to be. It's very slipstreamy--I would call it SF, hands down no question, but I read it in a collection of short stories in my english class. I haven't a clue what the collection was, but I think it may have had "The Things they carried in it," and know it had one about snow and wickedness that I keep looking for once a year, and yet never remember (it's set in the west in the 1800s, and I want to say it's called either a place name or 'Storm of the Century", but I'm supposed to be working so I can't look it up.) , and I would not be surprised if it had a Margaret Atwood story in there because I keep trying to assign this one to her. It may be from this book: http://www.powells.com/cgi-bin/biblio?inkey=62-0684857960-0 so if anyone has a copy and can tell me for sure, I'd be so grateful.

So, any takers on what the story is called?