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tanaiseThere is absolutely no good gossip about us here. It's so pathetic. Maybe good stuff will come up once we've all gone back to the real world. But I don't think so. Nearly everyone's in a relationship, most married. I should figure out the details. Several to most of the spouses have visited or been visited. I could have gone to see my roommate last weekend, but that really wouldn't have been the same. For example, I only miss her cause I can't tell her about my day. But I can go down the hall and sit in one of the boys' rooms, and tell him about my day, and it's just about as good, and he appreciates how much I wrote or read or critted more than she would have. Plus, he's a boy, which is automatically cooler than my roommate.
Don't worry, she doesn't read this, and even if she did, she'd agree. I keep swearing (usually every time the two of us end up going out for dinner) that one of these days I'm going out for dinner, just me and a boy. It's been ten years since my last boyfriend. My only boyfriend. And _so_ not the right person for me. And I don't even know if he counts--we were only dating two weeks, which is like nothing, and I knew he was wrong for me from pretty much the first date. But I remember how amazed the girls at the pizza place were to see me out on a date. I didn't date anyone from our HS, cause they all weren't interested. My date was a friend of my best friend's boyfriend (and later my best friend's boyfriend), from another school district, so they didn't recognize him. SOmeone came out of the back of the restaurant every 5 minutes or so, just to ask us if we needed anything. Since the last time they'd all come out and asked us. They just didn't believe that I was out on a date.
Okay, I've depressed myself horribly there. This is not going to help me read 15K words before bedtime. Oh, wait, I'm on page 13 of one of them. So that's just 12K or so. Let's see what else is in my brain, now that I'm really depressed. If I'm ever acting too perky, ask me how long it's been since I've been on a date.
I'm going to miss the support group nature of this the most I think. I've always been able to find time to write--not this much, and not even as much as some people here. But I have no face to face group, which most people do, even if it's not ideal. I do have my online groups, which are excellent, and I do hope to stay in touch with people even after we all go home. 2 weeks from today, I'll be at work. Yuck.
Don't worry, she doesn't read this, and even if she did, she'd agree. I keep swearing (usually every time the two of us end up going out for dinner) that one of these days I'm going out for dinner, just me and a boy. It's been ten years since my last boyfriend. My only boyfriend. And _so_ not the right person for me. And I don't even know if he counts--we were only dating two weeks, which is like nothing, and I knew he was wrong for me from pretty much the first date. But I remember how amazed the girls at the pizza place were to see me out on a date. I didn't date anyone from our HS, cause they all weren't interested. My date was a friend of my best friend's boyfriend (and later my best friend's boyfriend), from another school district, so they didn't recognize him. SOmeone came out of the back of the restaurant every 5 minutes or so, just to ask us if we needed anything. Since the last time they'd all come out and asked us. They just didn't believe that I was out on a date.
Okay, I've depressed myself horribly there. This is not going to help me read 15K words before bedtime. Oh, wait, I'm on page 13 of one of them. So that's just 12K or so.
I'm going to miss the support group nature of this the most I think. I've always been able to find time to write--not this much, and not even as much as some people here. But I have no face to face group, which most people do, even if it's not ideal. I do have my online groups, which are excellent, and I do hope to stay in touch with people even after we all go home. 2 weeks from today, I'll be at work. Yuck.
