NoJo
Happily Marred
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...yesterday was S and R's housewarming party.
T the artist was there. He's such a fucking cliche -- alcoholic, rude, chain-smoking and utterly charming. A young pretty woman was there, made the mistake of claiming to be an artist herself. She did stuff with plastic, or paper clips, or something. "So basically, you don't do art, you do fucking shit" -- he said. They spent the rest of the evening talking. If T's wife wasn't at the party too (as far away as possible from him), he and the young paper-clip girl probably would have left together.
I ended up with the kids playing Mario on their PowerBook G4. I just can't talk to adults any more.
R- is still crazy, even with all the meds. The more bipolar she gets, the more I want her. We came dangerously close at one point, when she first had her epiphany (she later found out it was a documented side-effect of the new meds she'd started taking). I loved talking to someone so smart, animated, passionate, confused. She also has big lips and a great figure.
She's weird about sex and kids. She told my wife she finds it "inappropriate" when people make joky sexual remarks to her teenage boys. I'm not sure what she's referring to, probably "have you got girlfriends yet", or something. Yet, as we left the party, she kissed my 13-year-old son on the lips.
S- started rock-climbing at the start his mid-life crisis, and now he's fit and lean. But I still preferred my choice of sex-sublimation for my mid-life crisis, which was to screw around. Mind you, you can only have one crazy person in a relationship, And R- was the crazy one in her and S's relationship, while I'm the crazy one in mine.
T the artist was there. He's such a fucking cliche -- alcoholic, rude, chain-smoking and utterly charming. A young pretty woman was there, made the mistake of claiming to be an artist herself. She did stuff with plastic, or paper clips, or something. "So basically, you don't do art, you do fucking shit" -- he said. They spent the rest of the evening talking. If T's wife wasn't at the party too (as far away as possible from him), he and the young paper-clip girl probably would have left together.
I ended up with the kids playing Mario on their PowerBook G4. I just can't talk to adults any more.
R- is still crazy, even with all the meds. The more bipolar she gets, the more I want her. We came dangerously close at one point, when she first had her epiphany (she later found out it was a documented side-effect of the new meds she'd started taking). I loved talking to someone so smart, animated, passionate, confused. She also has big lips and a great figure.
She's weird about sex and kids. She told my wife she finds it "inappropriate" when people make joky sexual remarks to her teenage boys. I'm not sure what she's referring to, probably "have you got girlfriends yet", or something. Yet, as we left the party, she kissed my 13-year-old son on the lips.
S- started rock-climbing at the start his mid-life crisis, and now he's fit and lean. But I still preferred my choice of sex-sublimation for my mid-life crisis, which was to screw around. Mind you, you can only have one crazy person in a relationship, And R- was the crazy one in her and S's relationship, while I'm the crazy one in mine.
