Last thing I needed this morning...

Miscellaneous and Personal Stuff I Must Share
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…was to see a Woman I Once Dated in the lobby of my apartment building, being shown a vacant unit with her Rather Unpreposessing Current Partner.

Now mind you, we didn’t part on bad terms or anything, just sorta lost touch. We never set each other aflame with burning desire or nuthin’. But I, who basically hate dating, always retain some small emotional attachment to my ex-dates, if only because there have been so damn few of them (less than ten women in fifteen years). So frankly, it a) freaked me out modestly, and b) proved another sad reminder that time is passing outside my personal black hole of singularity.

This is an exorbitantly priced (but nice) unit and we’re a co-op bldg, and not everyone passes the interview or financials check. So there’s every chance WIOD and RUCP will not become my new neighbors. But I am not really prepared to deal with the possibility that they might. My modus operandi would probably be to have them over for drinkees and try casually to drop the fact that I am still unattached, and does WIOD know any suitable women who are likewise?

The thing is, I’ve hardly said boo to WIOD since we stopped dating, which might make it pretty lame to ask her such a question. I suppose I could stand not bringing up romantic attachments at all if it weren’t for this…this man who would be moving in with her. It’s not so much the women I get weird about, it’s the men they come with. (Which makes me wonder if my dislike of dating might be coming from issues of masculinity…)

I dunno that I have any questions as such here, but I’d be curious to hear what people think. Especially people who would feel as weird about this as I potentially feel. TIA…

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:frowning: 97 viewings and not one reply? Jeeminy Christmas, is my story THAT pathetic?

Can some of you at least throw me a few vile and gratuitous insults so we can move this to the Pit and have a little fun?

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Doug: Well, hello there! Long time no see and all that! So, moving in here, are you?

WIOD: Uh, yes; I had no idea…

Doug: Well, all that’s past us now. Water over the dam and all that. I, uh, was wondering, though…

WIOD: Yes?

Doug: Since we separated, have you had any unusual medical problems?

WIOD: Medical problems? No; what do you mean?

Doug: Oh, nothing. I’m sure the incubation–uh, no, never mind. I don’t think you have anything to worry about.

RUCP: What is he talking about, Theodosia? Did you and he, uhhh…

WIOD: No, no, Frothingham; we were just, well, I mean, we never–or actually, it wasn’t anything serious or, you know…Doug, what are you trying to tell me?

Doug: Oh…nothing of any importance. You may get a letter or two from the Center for Disease Control, but I wouldn’t pay it any mind. It’s just routine, I’m sure. Well, must go now. Welcome aboard!

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That is so evil, movingfinger! :smiley:

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Oh yes. Just what I need, two people living in my building who are scared shitless of me because I am a possibly diseased creep. I wouldn’t do such a thing to poor Frothingham, let alone dear Theodosia.

I guess what freaks me out most about the whole thing is what I said earlier about the passage of time. I gathered that Theo, who’s in her early 40s, now has a successful business and wants to get out of alphabet city into a nicer locale. And being a woman of unerring taste and discernment (she dated me, didn’t she? :D), she ferreted up one of the nicest possible (it really IS a helluva bldg, and a well kept secret).

My craziness. If they don’t come, fine. If they do, fine. A guy needs friends around, as time passes.