The Best Life Yet

Well, Allie canceled on us, so it's back to one-on-one date night. Which is fine. We'll have a lot of fun.

I should probably mention my OKC situation, actually. So, I deactivated my account because it was taking too much of my time, but not before I scooped up my favorite handful of prospects and invited them onto my Facebook. Most of them, I put into my "random strangers" category where they get to see really basically nothing—I just wanted a way to keep IMing them. But the two I like the best so far, I let into my actual friends.

Those two, plus one person I've been texting with, are currently my top three, and I should probably find names for them. I'll almost certainly be mentioning them again.

The first is Sparrow, 33, who identifies as genderqueer so I will refer to them as "they" until we actually discuss that. They didn't lead with that, and I didn't want to pry right away. They are ridiculously cute and seem smart and interesting. The conversation has been sporadic since we are both busy, but I think I will have a lot of fun with them when we meet. They said they tried poly before and it didn't really work out, but they're not that much into monogamy—more like casual dating—so I'm willing to see what happens. I figure we'll start as friends anyway.

The second is Karina, 39, a transwoman. She is completely beautiful, articulate, and into the same kinds of substance dabbling that I am. She is poly and has other partners (or at least one), but I think they are long distance. I've liked her and felt a bit squee since our first conversation.

The third is Kristof, 28, a heteroflexible cis guy with a live-in partner. He is another super-cutie and seems very smart and I love his sense of humor. It is a little nerdy, just like me.

:D
 
Wow, last night's date with Rider was epic. We grabbed some slices at our favorite pizza joint, then went to a bar where there were so many adorable old people doing karaoke. We did the Johnny Cash and June Carter duet "Jackson," and they started clapping in time with it! :D

Then we went to watch Krampus at the movies. That was fun. The movie was silly and enjoyable. We ate too many sweets though.

When the movie was over, we headed downtown to catch a friend's punk band. They were good. It made me miss my days of singing in a punk band. I suppose there's nothing stopping me from starting one when I get to my new city.

At one point, Rider suggested that we walk over to the park where we had our first kiss, so we did. We sat in that spot and smooched and talked about everything, before heading back to the show.

I was really tired by the end of the night, even though we made it home by 3. That's one thing about not drinking—even nearly three months into it, I still run out of steam a lot earlier in the evening. Alcohol gives me partying superpowers to rage until dawn (or until I fall down, haha). I know it's technically supposed to be a depressant, but it's always behaved as keep-going-fuel in my system.

Despite being very tired, I still made time for sex. Sometimes when I am on my period, my parts don't cooperate super well. I think my cervix gets low enough that there's less space in there, and the number of positions that feel good becomes more limited. It's a bummer. My old faithful of being on top did the trick, though.

Today, I heard back from the mechanic. All told, it's going to cost $500 to fix the shocks, and he's throwing the cigarette lighter in free. He said everything else looks good and like it will serve just fine for the foreseeable future. That's not so bad.

I got the drops for my bunny's eye for cheap, thanks to a friend of ours who is a vet tech who called in a scrip for us so we could skip the office visit.

I've been talking quite a bit to Sparrow today. Verdict on the preferred pronoun: xe (pronounced "zee"). Which I have never used before, so that will take a bit of getting used to. I am willing to try my best.

I also messaged with Karina. She sent me a picture of her moving mess, as she is in the process of changing dwellings as well. Her old place looks really cool, actually. Not sure why she's moving.

Now I have to go get in the shower for a big evening of social engagements: a drop-in to a birthday party for one of our football friends; a drop-in to a holiday party at Laura's place; and then Rider's first of three "farewell shows."

Allie is supposedly going to come home with us tonight, so I need to make sure the house looks decent before we leave (and that I look hot :p ) as well.

My soundtrack for the day has been the Black Angels. If any of you like psychedelic music, you should check them out. I think of them as the modern-day answer to The Doors (but minus the organ): very psychedelic with dark themes. I have liked them for a while, but lately it is starting to become an obsession.
 
I am writing this because, for the moment, I don't know what else to do. Allie has vanished unexpectedly. Rider and I said goodbye to her after the show was over and we all said we'd see each other in a minute, and we headed to our car and Allie headed to her truck, which was parked across the street. We offered to walk her to her car and she said not to be silly, that it was just right over there. And then we got home and waited for her and she didn't arrive.

I tried texting her and, when I didn't hear back shortly, Rider tried calling her, and her phone went straight to voicemail. I tried as well, same thing. It was only about a half-hour drive. Allie had been drinking, but she didn't seem drunk to me. I didn't see her consume enough alcohol over the span of time we were there that it should have been a problem, and we stood around talking for a good long while after the last band's set ended, and she didn't drink at all during that time.

When we started to get worried, and then really worried, I sent Rider out to retrace the normal driving path between here and there, to see if he saw any accidents on the freeway or anything like that. I am waiting here to see if she shows up. He said he'll call me if he finds anything out, or text me if he gets there and has seen nothing, at which point he will turn around and come home. I keep trying to call her sporadically, to see if her phone turns back on. It keeps rolling over to voicemail without ringing.

I don't know what to do and I am freaking out.

ETA: One of Rider's wrestling friends who was there with us said he saw her make it safely to her truck, at least. And Rider is now off of the freeway portion of the drive and said he saw no wrecks. So "kidnapped in the parking lot" and "accident on the freeway" have been ruled out, at least.

ETA: Rider made it all the way back to the venue, and still no sign of her. He said he's turning around to come home. I am exhausted but wired with worry. I really hope she is OK. I am going to feel awful if something bad happened to her on her way to spend the night with us, but I can't imagine that whatever this is, it could possibly be good.

ETA: She just texted and is home safe. Combo of a blown tire and a dead phone. She'd taken a different route than we'd expected or re-traced. Just glad she's OK.
 
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I posted my last update to the last post when a text from Allie woke me up. I'd fallen asleep in all my clothes, clutching my phone with the ringer on high, waiting to hear from her. I was relieved and posted that update, then fell immediately back to sleep.

I awoke to Rider, freshly out of the shower, flopping down onto the bed with a heavy sigh. I asked him if he was OK, and he said, "I think Allie is lying to me." I asked him what he meant, and he said he'd been texting with her and she was backpedaling her story. He seemed deeply disturbed, and when I put my head on his chest, his heart was racing.

The original text she'd sent was this:

"I'm OK! I blew out a tire and my phone was dead! I charged it before I came out, so I'm not sure how it died. I sat on the side of the road for a while before highway patrol pulled over and I was able to get help changing the tire. I'm finally home as of 30 or so minutes ago."

When we'd asked her where it had happened, explaining that Rider had retraced his steps along the freeway looking for her, she said she took surface streets, and it was an off-duty highway patrolman on his way home who came by before any other cop did, and no one was stopping for her when she tried to flag other cars down.

Rider said the reason he thought she was lying was that the highway patrol doesn't service surfaces streets—only freeways—and the fact that she didn't come out with him being off-duty until we said we looked for her on the freeway raised red flags for him. He also said that it didn't make any sense that she would have taken the route that she took after having even a couple of drinks, because that route is more likely to have checkpoints. He said his spidey senses were going insane telling him that something was not adding up.

We talked about it for a while, and it was obvious that this was really bothering him. He said it seems likely that she changed her mind and just decided to go home, but her phone was dead so she couldn't tell us, and then she fell asleep when she got there before she had a chance. But then she felt guilty for freaking us out, so she made up a disaster story.

I don't know. I see his point, but I am willing to let it go. I tend to give people a strike or two when a story doesn't 100% add up but there's no way of proving otherwise. I'd rather do that than accuse her of lying and end things between us all on a bad note. Usually, if this KEEPS happening with someone, then I come to distrust them and drop them, but we're really not going to get that chance with her.

He said it bothers him because she is someone he trusts implicitly and loves, and the idea that she felt like she couldn't just be honest with him is super shitty. He was trying to figure out a diplomatic way to call her out, and I suggested that instead of doing that, he could instead tell her that we had been hoping that she had just ended up going home and passing out, but that we were worried that something much worse had happened. That way, it would be letting her know that we wouldn't have been angry with her if that was what HAD happened—she could be honest with us and we would have been fine.

I couldn't think of any way to "call her out" without potentially offending her on the off chance that her story was indeed true.

He took my suggestion, and he said he felt better just laying it to rest that way and marking it a question mark in his mind, but one that he didn't have to worry about anymore. And he checked to see if she wanted a "do-over" on the overnight before we go, and she said yes, so...we'll see.

Everything else about last night had gone really well. She had really adorably referred to Rider as "our boyfriend," and we'd spent so much time laughing that I felt like I'd gotten an ab workout by the end of the night.

Rider and his band were great. The drummer is actually someone who is visiting from the city where we are about to move. She used to live here and played in the band with Rider ten years ago, and they get the band back together whenever she comes to visit, which is usually for Hanukah every year. He's looking forward to making more music with her once we move.

Something else Allie-related that I didn't talk about on here was that I had an interesting revelation in the shower the other day. (#showerthoughts LOL.) So I was thinking about how Allie first came onto me on my birthday in 2014, and how awesome it was when things were starting out with her, and my mind started to meander around the whole situation, and I remembered how there had been drama with Claire when she found out about it. And then it hit me: Claire had been unicorn-hunting Allie! I didn't think I'd seen any examples of unicorn hunting IRL, but looking back, that situation totally was!

What had happened was that Claire knew Allie first, having met her through Shana and Al, and Allie had flirted with Claire. Because their relationship had started out DADT, Rider had not told Claire that he'd had threesomes with me and Oona and also me and Molly, so Claire thought he had still never had any threesomes. She got the idea that she would "get Rider his first threesome" via Allie and had talked to him about it. He had mentioned it to Allie, and Allie had seemed like she liked the idea.

But then, a problem arose: Rider talking to Allie about a threesome with Claire caused Allie to realize that Rider was attracted to Allie. And since Allie was also (at the time secretly) attracted to me, I guess Allie decided to hit on me and initiate something with Rider and me. When Claire found out about this (I think through seeing Allie and I interacting a lot on Facebook and asking Rider about it), she was really mad. She thought that Rider had brought her "threesome with Allie" idea to me, and I'd "scooped" her. But, really, Allie (being an autonomous human) had come to ME—had kissed me first. And I liked her. So stuff happened.

But Claire hadn't been thinking of Allie as a person, with her own attractions and desires and agenda—a person who might jump at the chance to be with two people she was attracted to. She'd been thinking of Allie as a prop: a means to an end so that she could get Rider an experience that she thought he'd never had. When she found out, she'd stopped being nice to Allie, according to Allie. She started giving her the cold shoulder at events. Like Allie was a thing that was no longer needed since she no longer could serve her intended purpose; when Claire asked Rider about Allie and me and got angry, Rider admitted that she wasn't even the first threesome between us, but the third.

I don't know what my point in all of this really is, other than that I suddenly realized I'd witnessed a real-life unicorn hunt, and I felt gross about it. I was irritated about the situation at the time—about the "why does Claire hate everything that she finds out that involves me" side of things, as well as thinking it was mean that Claire started being a dick to Allie as a result—but I hadn't realized the total gravity.

Speaking of Claire, Rider told me over breakfast that he saw on Facebook that she has an "official" new boyfriend now. Maybe that explains why suddenly people who are connected to her feel like it's OK to befriend me—she's moved on and some of the bitterness is gone. That's certainly a good thing.

And speaking of people who fall into that category, we're tentatively supposed to go hang out with Elise tomorrow night. We're supposed to go meet a different friend's new baby, then go meet up with her in a nearby bar.

I've been rethinking the not-drinking thing for this remaining two weeks. Everyone wants to party with us one last time, and there are so many yummy seasonal things abounding. It seems a shame to keep to a deadline just for the principle of it. I have been flawlessly "good" for 11 weeks now, and I feel like I have gained a lot of perspective. I am thinking of instating a policy of moderation for these last two weeks and seeing how it feels. I am currently on the fence. I know that the main problem I was concerned about was a lack of empathy and being observant when I'd reach a particular point of intoxication, and it seems like having a festive one or two in judiciously chosen situations does not violate the spirit of what I am trying to cultivate. I dunno. We'll see.

Unrelatedly, I IMed a bit with Jake today. I miss the hell out of him lately. I don't know what it is. I miss our in-person conversations, and our nude sleep-cuddles, and holding hands with him, and kissing him. We still love each other so much, but the distance will not allow it to be anything more than what it is right now.

Rider is having a wrestling friend over right now. Pablo might join later, since they all tend to watch it together. If things turn frisky after the other friend goes home, I am at limited participation capacity right now, as I am just getting over bleeding and am feeling a bit like I might have a yeast infection coming on. I intend to medicate tonight and hope to head that off at the pass. (It would've been the same with Allie last night with the limited participation. Girl parts are so annoying sometimes.)

I guess for now I will get some work done. There is always more to do.
 
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Oh, I just realized that I didn't mention that we never made it to Laura's party before the show. We went to our football friend's birthday party (briefly), and then had to scuttle directly to the show. It's just as well; I heard that the parking situation at Laura's was kind of impossible. I did message her an apology that we didn't make it, telling her that I hope everything went well and that we see her before we go. :)
 
It turned out that Pablo wanted to come over not for watching wrestling but for emotional support. His family just had to pull the plug on a close relative (also his godmother) who had multiple strokes last week and had been non-responsive since. Rider and I were happy to keep him company.

We ended up going out to the beach to watch the meteor shower in a cuddle pile. It was the best one I've ever seen! I had a lot of fun. I think we all did.

Then we went back to the house and ended up having sex. I don't even really know how that got started, only that suddenly there were cocks everywhere, lol. I think Pablo is doing better the longer that he is off of that medication because although he still couldn't get off, he got really close a few times, I think, and he didn't have any ED problems this time.

After Rider got off and we tried a really long time for Pablo, we decided it was time for bed. It was super late. It was the first time Pablo has stayed over in bed with us. The boys wanted me in the middle, and Rider fell asleep pretty quickly. Problem was that Pablo was still really turned on, so he and I ended up fooling around some more and woke Rider up again. Rider didn't mind (he said it was hot), but he did have trouble falling back to sleep. I was out like a light, but Rider said that caffeine too late in the day, coupled with Pablo's tossing, caused him to try to sleep on the futon instead.

Rider and I are perfect sleep partners because he snores and is kind of a light sleeper, while I sleep so much like the dead that I don't hear his snoring and don't move around a lot so I don't wake him up. Plus we both like to cuddle. Adding other people into the mix is always kind of a crapshoot. A lot of times, they can't handle his snoring, or he can't handle their tossing, or they can't handle my cuddling...sometimes earplugs work for the snoring. He used to keep some on the nightstand for Claire and Kelly.

But I don't think any of us got ENOUGH sleep last night, simply because it was so late when we went to bed.

Which makes it a good thing that Elise canceled on us tonight. She said she is coming down with a cold and doesn't want to get anyone sick. We absolutely do not have time to get sick right now, so that is good. To be 100% honest, I was less than stoked about the idea of doing that tonight anyway, just because the past two nights have been all about us + [someone], and a third night in a row of that is a bit much for me. I need some one-on-one Rider sexytimes.

I was thinking I'd go and hang out for a bit to get to know her a little better but then bow out and go home and get some rest. I was a little bummed at the idea of Rider staying out and potentially staying over with her when I was craving reconnection, but I was willing to suck it up. So it's pretty good luck that she canceled. Rider said something similar. He said he wasn't even sure he had the energy to "properly hang out with her." They have tentatively rescheduled for Tuesday next week. I will try to make sure we are less dead that day, haha.

Our friends with the baby also canceled with us. They forgot it was their wedding anniversary! So they want to reschedule with us as well. Our schedule between now and leaving is almost completely booked.

Rider and I plan to have a chastity Christmas! We're going to celebrate just us, as our own little family. I am going to make a nice dinner and festive drinks Christmas eve, and then we are going to have all-day chastity and music fun on Christmas proper. And then that weekend is our last weekend here, so we are going to focus on getting rid of stuff, but Pablo also invited us to some sort of alternative Mass thing that Sunday. He's into some sort of esoteric spiritualities, and while I am not a believer, I think it's interesting to take it in from an anthropological standpoint. I love new experiences. I already gave Rider his Christmas present: tickets to see his favorite hip-hop artist once we get to the new city. I gave it to him early so he could see if other people might want to go. :)

So, one thing that I thought was a little weird last night was something that Pablo said on the phone before coming over. I haven't told Rider about it yet, and I'm not sure that I will. He was trying to decide whether or not to come over, and it was sounding like he was not going to when Rider had been talking to him, but then when he found out that I was going to be there, he changed his mind and wanted to talk to me.

I got on the phone with him, and he said something about now he's going to come over since I'll be there, because he needs both of us. I felt a little weird about that. I know he loves me (he has told me he's in love with me), and I care about him a great deal as well (though it is not romantic love), but he's RIDER'S boyfriend, and a lot of times I try to make myself scarce to give the two of them alone time. It bothers me a little that he might choose not to come see just Rider—that it hinged on my being there to sweeten the pot. I am going to cut him slack, of course, because he is grieving, but it adds to the small pile of worry that I have had that maybe a little bit he might be using Rider to get to me. And Rider is really, really into him, so that would make me sad. I don't want Rider to be the afterthought to his own boyfriend. Poly is complicated sometimes.

In other news, I think things are working out with the apartment. The manager said he's going to send over the new form to sign today. I also found a parking deck that is a four-minute walk from the apartment, in case parking is a real nightmare on the streets. It's a steep monthly fee to rent a space, but it is a necessary part of city living sometimes—better than cruising forever and paying parking tickets, anyway.

Speaking of cars, it is time to go pick mine up. The mechanic told me it is actually only going to be $460 instead of $500, so that is good. :)
 
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I wanted to type some thoughts in response to the idea of saying/doing things the same or differently with different partners that was happening over on KC's blog, but I didn't want to clog up her thread.

It put me in the mind of this one time when I overheard Rider on the phone with Claire when he was dating us both. I heard him call her "baby," and I'd only ever heard him call ME that before, and suddenly it felt like the world tipped sideways.

It wasn't exactly JEALOUSY—but more of a feeling like my world didn't make sense for a moment. I didn't understand how or why he could use the same term of endearment for both of us, and given the fact that she was with him first, I suddenly realized that he'd probably been saying that to her before he ever said it to me.

The thing was that I *liked* him calling me that. Even if he said it to her first. I wasn't about to demand that he stop saying it to her. And because I liked it, I didn't want him to stop saying it to me. So I just told him that it made me feel weird, and he apologized for that, and then I got over it.

And then some months later, I was talking to one of my other partners (so terrible, I can't even remember which anymore, lol...probably Moss or Jake), and "babe" just slipped out at the end of the sentence. I was so shocked at myself that I almost put my hand over my mouth. And I thought about it and realized that I was kind of using it not as a NAME, but as something like a case marker meaning "I am talking to someone I care deeply about." I think that the CULTURE kind of uses it that way.

But at the beginning of poly, it was all wrapped up for me in these mono ideas like "there is only one person you care about deeply and so you can only call one person that and if they say it to someone else it is diminished in meaning and kinda wrong." And I think those ideas were just a default that the culture had set into me. And I used my manual override option to unset it.

It's weird, though, because I definitely do have landmines in the "being special" arena. I've written about them earlier in this blog. Finding out that Rider made playlists for Kelly like he had made for me just about killed me until I realized that it had nothing to do with ME—not even the ones he made for me really had anything to do with ME right at first. It became clear to me that making them was just a "Rider when he's falling for someone" behavior; it was something he'd always done and something that he'd likely continue to do. He makes playlists when he likes someone the way that some people eat Oreos by nibbling the cream out first—it's just their behavior in that particular situation. And I'm lucky to be subject to that behavior because it means that he likes me.

So I've gotten over a lot of that. Where I do still have thorniness is in the "being first" arena. I know that being first at something with someone is often the most exciting time, and I am greedy in that I want that most exciting slice for myself whenever possible. I want my relationship to be the best it can possibly be, and I feel like getting that rush of new things adds to the cumulative experience value.

Since there can only be one first, getting that becomes a point of competitiveness for me. If I get it first, then I feel like I've cracked the sugar on the crème brûlée and I feel pleased. I feel like I've gotten the best slice and thus improved the quality of my life in some small measure. If I get there second or later (after a new person who has come along after me), I feel like my partner will be more bored when they do it with me since they already just did it, and it takes away some of the value for me.

Interestingly, this concept does not apply to people who came before me; if my partner found a thing before he knew I existed, then it is just a "him thing" to me, as the playlists have become. I don't mind if he's done XYZ with previous girlfriends and is then teaching me about it. And I also don't mind much if he tries something out with me and then likes it so springs it on someone new. But if I've identified something that I want to do with him, or if there is a thing that I haven't heard of that I would like and he discovers it with someone else...once he makes those first footprints in the snow with someone else, it's sullied for me. Not to the degree that I'll refuse to do it, but enough that it will cause me stress when I think about it.

It's interesting how we all have our particular triggers and how some of mine are easier to brain-ninja around than others.

Another word-related one for me used to be words of attractiveness. It used to bug the shit out of me when Rider would call people gorgeous or beautiful or stunning if I thought that they were less good-looking than me. Because he would say those same words to me, and I felt like it meant his bar for those words was so low then that his saying them to me was the same as saying "eh, she's all right" would have meant in my book. If he's calling me a 10 but he's calling someone a 9 that I think was a 4, then I feel like, by analogy, he's actually calling me a 5. If that makes sense. And feeling like I was a pretty solid 7 or 8, to be called a 5 felt like an insult. I used to get really mad about it.

I've since done kind of a complete overhaul in the way I look at...well...looks. And I realized that it doesn't matter where on a scale I fall in analogy with someone else. I just try to be the best me I can be, and if someone appreciates it, great. And if they don't, fuck 'em. The fact that Rider can see beauty in a wide variety of people's "best them they can be" is actually really sweet, and more people should be like that. I am striving for it. It's a total flip from something making me angry to that same thing being something that I aspire to.

The insides of brains are weird.
 
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Great post Reverie! Just wanted to let you know that I always enjoy reading your blog. I love the way that you "brain-ninja" around hurdles rather than avoid them.

JaneQ

PS. My Dude is another one who sees attractiveness in a lot of women that I find quite ordinary - so much so that MrS and I tease him that "Oh, she's cute!" means "Oh, she has a vagina!"
 
Oh Reverie. I love reading your blog for this reason. I have many of these same thoughts, but you put it out there so eloquently. I just never know what to say, I want to say big meaningful things, and yet it gets lost by the time it runs down my brain to my fingers. And I always feel right on the cusp of a breakthrough brain thought with what I read from you, I do a lot of active thinking when reading your blog, and then, by the time I've grokked your blog well enough to reply, the thread has moved along.

But this time I get it. The inside of brains ARE weird. But beautiful. Very beautiful.
 
Great post Reverie! Just wanted to let you know that I always enjoy reading your blog. I love the way that you "brain-ninja" around hurdles rather than avoid them.

JaneQ

PS. My Dude is another one who sees attractiveness in a lot of women that I find quite ordinary - so much so that MrS and I tease him that "Oh, she's cute!" means "Oh, she has a vagina!"

Oh Reverie. I love reading your blog for this reason. I have many of these same thoughts, but you put it out there so eloquently. I just never know what to say, I want to say big meaningful things, and yet it gets lost by the time it runs down my brain to my fingers. And I always feel right on the cusp of a breakthrough brain thought with what I read from you, I do a lot of active thinking when reading your blog, and then, by the time I've grokked your blog well enough to reply, the thread has moved along.

But this time I get it. The inside of brains ARE weird. But beautiful. Very beautiful.

Thank y'all for the kind words. A sneak preview of the next "brain ninjazation" is that I am working on picking apart the difference between "best slice in the moment" and "best slice of life" . . . i.e., it may be that sometimes sacrificing the best slice of a particular experience leads to getting the best overall life experience—a matter of sacrificing battles and winning the war, so to speak. Though the military parlance seems counterproductive, I think it's the closest existing idiom to what I'm looking for.

If I can find a way to be less interested in getting the best momentary outcome for myself and more interested in maximizing happiness for everyone involved, then I think better things overall will come to me in the long run. But how to get there? Still picking it apart. It's a work in progress. :)
 
I just logged in to unpack some of the "what makes a relationship feel special" on my own blog ... Thanks for doing a lot of the heavy lifting for me Reverie!

It is really interesting how we have our individual triggers. Mine are still something I need to "brain ninja" through :)

Oh, and the I have the Same. Exact. Reaction. when Andy or Dag drools over a woman I think is meh looking. Although it has gotten much better. In general I think guys have a much broader view of physical beauty - and they are nowhere near as critical of women as women are of themselves and each other. That's a good thing and it's something I'm trying to learn from!
 
Freaking Beckett. LOL.

I literally JUST got done telling Rider last night how completely done my crush on Beckett seems to be now that I sent him that last text last month saying I was finally back from all my traveling and he didn't ever say anything but " :) " in response. So of course, today, he tags my name in a comment on Facebook. The exchange went something like this:

Beckett's post: I NEED COFFEE!

Anna's comment: Have you ever been to X coffee shop in [my old neighborhood]?

Beckett: Yes, Reverie took me there. (actively tagging my name)

Except he was wrong. I actually took him to a different place nearby there. So I felt like I had to reply to correct the misconception, and cue ensuing existential crisis about what I should say in return and how flirtatious I should be. Fuck it, I thought. Might as well.

So I replied, "Actually, I took you to Z coffee shop. But I'll take you to X sometime if you'd like. ;) "

And he said he just got back into town but that he'll catch me before he leaves again. And I reminded him that I'm leaving in two weeks for good. And probably nothing will come of it, but it figures that just when I thought that vine was totally dead, he sprinkles the tiniest bit of water on it and the little green leaves start to sprout again. :rolleyes:

Unrelatedly, Rider mildly offended me today.

He was talking about how Kitty will be in town starting the 22nd or 23rd, and it would be great to see her, and I said that maybe she'd be interested in coming to the open mic we're planning to do on the 23rd, since I know the venue is close to her parents' place.

Rider lit up and immediately said, "That's a GREAT idea! I'd love to do some of the old songs with her that we used to do!"

And I was taken aback and a little disgruntled because he and I have been talking about doing that open mic for a long time now and he said they'd probably only let us do a set of three or four songs, and I couldn't believe my ears that it sounded like he wanted to give HER some of them! I'd meant that she might be interested to come WATCH and see what new music he'd been working on (with me).

I huffed, "Well, I didn't mean that she should DISPLACE me." And he immediately started backpedaling, saying that I could put my name on the list and so could she, and he could just play guitar for each of us when it was our turn. Or if we could find a cover we could all do together, then that would "make his life"—"she's a multi-talented musician!" he exclaimed. I just turned back to my work.

We've been working on music together now for two years, and talking about doing that open mic for probably a year of that time. I was thinking it could be a kind of last-chance thing for a few people to see the originals we've been working on. It hurt my feelings how eager he seemed to be to shift that spotlight away from OUR songs. I've been pretty shy about the performance thing, and I was ready to overcome that and sort of showcase things. But if it's just going to be the "Rider and Friends Show" (like it ALWAYS is, sigh), then it's not quite the same.
 
Last night Rider went to watch wrestling at his friend Tom's. (This is the friend whose house he goes to for this every week, sometimes with Pablo and/or Ada.) I went to the laundromat and did a ton of laundry while talking to Oona. Oona is still grieving the death of her little dog, but she is considering getting a puppy. She already misses having a pet. She is still very happy with Toby and said last night that "he was worth the wait." :)

When I got home, Rider was home already. We discussed the open mic thing and I apologized for withdrawing from the conversation because my feelings were hurt. He said he hadn't noticed that I'd withdrawn, but he apologized for hurting my feelings and said that in hindsight it was thoughtless of him to say the things he said.

I said that part of it was that he seemed so much more excited about doing the open mic once Kitty was mentioned. He explained that he just gets so excited about making music with people, and he gets to see her so rarely. I told her that, for me, the problem had nothing to do with SEEING her—I really like her and definitely want to hang out with her. It was just that I thought that this particular event was sort of supposed to, for us, be a celebration of our creativity together. He said he understands and that he should have thought before he spoke.

So everything is fine there. It's one of Rider's few flaws that I have long known about and generally can deal with: he can be a little self-centered and blind to what other people might think or feel when he gets excited about something. I know he's been working on it, though. <3
 
Communication is so strange sometimes. I had this confusing conversation with Rider in two parts today:

We were talking about our schedule and I said, "Oops, I told Oona the wrong day for talking next week."

He said, "Well, you could always schedule her for Tuesday, since I have that date with Elise."

"I thought I was coming along to hang out that night," I said (which was indeed what we'd discussed via IM; I have the text of it).

"Yeah, but only for part of it," he said.

"Wait...no..." and I reminded him that the plan was for all of us to hang out and see if we all had chemistry (and if I didn't get bad vibes off of her) and then proceed from there. He was talking like it was settled that I'd be dipping out at some point.

I asked him if he actually didn't want me there after all (not accusatory, just trying to figure out where our disconnect was coming from), and he said that wasn't the case, that he always prefers things to be inclusive and prefers for me to be there. So I let it drop for a little while and pondered.

A little later, after not being able to figure it out on my own, I approached him about it again, and I said, "So, Tuesday with Elise...I'm trying to figure out why you seemed so convinced that I was going to leave at some point. We obviously had some sort of miscommunication. I looked back through the IMs and it seems like we were both pretty clear at the time about what the plan would be.

"Maybe I just forgot?" he suggested.

"But that seems so strange to me," I replied. "That conversation had such gravity to it, and it felt so resolved at the end, that it seems like something you wouldn't forget. So I was wondering if maybe I said something in the intervening time to give you the wrong idea, or if you maybe actually don't want me there on some level and were trying to nudge me away from it, or what."

And he thought about it for a second and said that maybe it had to do with how things shook out on Monday when the meeting had originally been planned for. I'd told him that day, before she canceled for that night, that I was way too tired after staying up so late with Pablo, so I'd probably just make an appearance to get to know her a little bit and then make my excuses and go home to sleep. And somewhere in his mind, that had clicked over into the permanent structure of the plan (transferrable to next Tuesday) rather than being a product of circumstance that particular day (that Monday).

So we cleared that up. But it was important to me to figure out because, to some degree, I was coming along in the first place because he had suggested it and he had said he wanted me there and wanted something inclusive. Yes, I was interested in getting to know her better (both to satisfy my curiosity about her nature and to explore the little spark that *I* had thought I'd felt), but I hadn't inserted myself or anything like that. And if he'd changed his mind and would rather have one-on-one time with her, then I would prefer to stay home over being in a situation where I was an inconvenience.

But I had to ask him rather than jumping to conclusions. And I'm glad that I did. I never would have guessed the truth about the events of Monday interfering with his memory of the IM conversation.

I'm also glad that he knows me well enough to take my inquiry in the spirit it was intended: solving a mystery and getting to the bottom of a miscommunication, for the benefit of all involved. I can think of a lot of previous relationships where I might have been asking for an honest answer about whether someone wanted me there or not (so I could decide on my actions) and they would have almost certainly interpreted it as my being whiny, petulant, or manipulative and thought I was asking to be lied to or trying to pick a fight.

I expressed my gratitude to him that he understands so well, and he said, "Of course! I know you better than to think you don't have good intentions." :eek:
 
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I wanted to explore the idea of the influence on a person of the company that they keep closest...

Last night, one of Rider's bandmates came over to drink some beers and shoot the shit. He starts telling us about this TV show, and Rider was like, "Damn! They stole my idea! I was going to make that TV show! I should have done that."

And I chuckled, knowing him and where his interests lie, and I said, "You were never going to make a TV show."

"I was!" he asserted. "Claire was in school for filmmaking back when we were together the first time (2007–2009) and she was going to help me!"

Knowing some things about Claire, namely that she'd dropped out of said school and never went back again, I chuckled again. "Claire was never gonna make a TV show either."

"She's a very talented filmmaker!" he objected, indignant. "We were totally going to do it."

"See," I said, "normally we can't know the future. But there is one category of things that we CAN know the future for, and that is things in the past. The future of the past is the present. Is Claire making shows?"

"Noooo..." he replied in a sad tone.

"There's your answer," I said.

"Oh, snap!" his friend said. "That makes so much sense. I never thought of it that way!"

And usually I am not the kind of person to call people out like that, but there was something about that particular exchange that made me want to. It took a while of thinking about it, and I realized that it was how out of character it was for Rider to claim that he "would have done" something that was actually pretty unrealistic for him to do.

One thing that I love about him is that he's not one of those "all talk, no action" people. He wanted to be an artist, and he grew up to be one of the only people I know who is using his art degree and has been using it pretty continuously since graduating art school. He wanted to be a musician, and while he is not commercially successful, he's been very prolific over the years and is one of my most locally beloved and musically dedicated friends. He isn't much for planning, but he knows what he wants and he goes after it in his own way.

I'm the same way, and so is Oona. I value people like that—people who are not only dreamers but also doers. Keeping company with them helps ME to stay motivated and achieve MY dreams.

So when I heard this "well, I woulda shoulda" stuff from him, it didn't ring true to me as "core Rider stuff." When it came out in his second sentence that it actually had to do with CLAIRE, it suddenly made sense. These weren't actually true Rider-sentiments; they were Claire-sentiments that had taken up residence in Rider by association.

Claire dropped out of school while they were together the first time and had never gone back. She used to perpetually complain about how she and Rider didn't ever go anywhere, while Rider and I went places all the time, yet when Rider would try to ask her if she'd like to go somewhere, she couldn't afford to go unless he was footing the bill (despite always having money for pot and booze). She does pro domme work part time and, as a supplement, has worked a series of low-paying, low-skill jobs typical for someone without much education or professional experience. She has not invested very much at all in her future or in accomplishing any sort of greater life goals or dreams.

An aside: I am in no way intending to disparage people who work low-paying, low-skill jobs, by the way. I worked my way through high school and university as a drive-through cashier, a waitress, a cosmetics clerk, a bartender, a telemarketer, you name it—all manner of hellacious low-wage jobs. I did this while also accruing loan debt that I'll be paying off for a long time. And my mother before me worked similar jobs AND did so while raising three children. I come from a long family history of the working poor. I know the struggle, and it is real.

What I'm more trying to say is that there are people who set up goals that align with their dreams and then make those things happen for themselves by any means necessary (working shitty jobs AND attending difficult classes, loan debt, less time to spend on fun), and there are people who talk a lot of big talk about these amazing things they are going to do but then they instead squander their time, opportunities, and money on things that keep them stationary—with rueful regrets of what "coulda been" and bitter envy at people who currently have or get to do what they wish they had or get to do (never acknowledging the sacrifices of the past that made those pleasures of the present possible).

It's interesting to me that the effects that these differing kinds of people can have on each other when they are associating closely with one another is so obvious that—when I know someone well—I can pluck an inconsistency out of a conversation just like *that* and it turns out it's rooted in someone else, not in the speaker. Realizing that totally blew my mind and made me realize exactly HOW important it is that we choose our closest company well—that we aim to spend the most time with people whose traits we admire.

It also made me think about how important it is to have a strong sense of self so that if we are ever not quite fully aware of the traits of others yet (blinded by NRE, for example), we don't accidentally absorb pieces of those as-yet-unvetted individuals out of ignorance and poor boundaries.

I think that might be one of the biggest differences between finally having good self esteem and being a secure person vs. having poor self esteem and being insecure:

As a newly secure person who loves herself, I aspire to date and closely befriend people who I find admirable and who will inspire me to be the best I can be—I don't worry about being the inferior one in the group, and I don't need to surround myself with people whose visible shortcomings make me feel better about myself. I care about self-improvement, and about surrounding myself with people who exhibit healthy behaviors that I can learn from.

At the same time, I don't shun the people who are a lot less far along in this journey than I currently am. I just don't let them get emotionally close enough to me that they could strongly affect me. I used to date these "Claire-type" stagnant people OR if I wasn't attracted to them, I would kind of feel elitist about them and look down my nose. Now, I'd be happy being casual friends or acquaintances with these people and seeing the good that DOES exist in them (as long as they have not done something that I see as a Big Wrong).

It's kind of what I described to Oona as "caring more and caring less at the same time." I care more about other people's feelings and I rely more on their choices and actions to guide my opinion of them...but it's a detached caring that can't shake or influence "core Reverie."

This has all been kind of a ramble, but it's a set of ideas that I am exploring that I wanted to get down in writing. Hope you're not too confused if you made it this far. :rolleyes::p
 
On a MUCH lighter note...

So, I have this small metal pet bowl that I sometimes eat out of myself because it is small and has very steep sides, which I like. I'm sure you can picture the kind. I was eating sunflower seeds out of it while watching TV with Rider, and suddenly it struck me:

"I'm basically eating bird food out of a dog bowl right now," I announced.

"MARRY ME!" he said, gasping between cackles.

I love that he loves that I'm kind of ridiculous sometimes. OK, a lot of the time. :D
 
Rider's show tonight was fun. I got a lot of good video. It was fun hanging out with his bandmates. I discovered that his drummer, who lives in the city we're moving to, is currently in grad school in a field related so closely to mine that we actually will make good professional connections to each other once I get there. She's a real sweetie, also engaged, and lives only about 20 minutes from where we'll be living.

Most of my interesting interactions today happened online. Beckett is still popping his head up, liking and commenting on my stuff. His ex/current/whatever had checked in somewhere with him to some sort of fancy holiday event, so it's not that she's vanished. I guess it really is just that he realizes how soon I'm leaving and it has him thinking about me again.

Elise went down the line liking almost everything I posted tonight (pictures and videos from the show and the diner after; my change of profile pic; other links). This is skewing me toward believing that she has friendly intentions. I guess I'll find out for sure on Tuesday.

We're supposed to meet up with Amelia on Monday for a hangout, presumably platonic, as I am not attracted to her so far and Rider hasn't mentioned anything of that sort either. I like the shit out of her, but it wasn't in that way.

In checking my "filtered message" box on Facebook, I discovered a message from the chick that Moss is on-again/off-again with. Not sure which stage they're currently in. The message was three months old and was basically reaching out saying she hears a lot about me and would like to get to know me but is not sure if it's weird for her to try to add me without having met me. I responded, apologizing for the delay, telling her that it isn't weird at all, and assuring her that any friend of Moss is a friend of mine. She looked at it but didn't reply, so maybe they are "off again" right now. :confused:

I had a fun exchange with Sam's brother's wife on a couple of concurrently running comment threads, culminating in her saying "I like you." This means a lot to me because I am sure now that Sam's brother knows about our poly thing, and I am also fairly certain that he would talk to his wife about it, so that means that I now have acceptance from pretty much that whole family, since I've already met the brother and the dad and both seem to like me.

I know it's probably a little weird to them, the whole poly thing and all their having known each other for so very long, and I am the new kid on the block. I recognize that dating two best friends who have been BFFs for over 20 years and are close with each other's families is not anything approaching a normal situation. It's a place not many people would dare to go. But it's been working for us, in its fashion, for a year and a half now, and it feels good to be accepted as though it WERE normal.

Wow. I just remembered back to last Christmas and spending it with Sam and got the strongest pang of missing him and of regret that we're spending it apart from him this year. I know we're heading over there a week later and all, but the idea of him having a lonely Christmas with just his cats and a brief dinner with his dad—basically like last year minus me—makes me really wish I could be two places at once. I'm really looking forward to my Christmas with Rider—just a tiny moment of bittersweetness.

I also feel bad that we have to leave earlier than we'd planned that New Year's weekend. Originally we weren't supposed to leave until Monday, but now we're leaving that Saturday. Super-sigh. Maybe-maybe-maybe he'll decide to come with us on our trip. Probably not, but maybe. I'm going to miss him.
 
I just ordered my family's presents. I just got them something small since I am trying to reserve my money for moving. I got everyone an ornament of a small woodland animal.

For my mom and her husband, I got a set of two little mice with cheese. For my brother and his girlfriend, I got a set of four different little animals, since he has two kids. For my sister and her husband, I got a set of three little animals, since they have one kid. And then for each of the kids, I got a plush cuddly version of an animal: either a fox or a raccoon.

My mom said not to get her anything, but I like marking the years with a special ornament sometimes. One year I made them by hand out of Sculpey. I don't have time for that this year, but I know that she and my siblings will always look at the animal ones and be reminded of their first Christmas with their new babies. :)

Hopefully, next year I can get a little tree of my own (even if it's just a rosemary bush one) and I can get myself some matching animals to put on it too. Feeling sentimental...
 
Just messaged a bit with Moss. Apparently he's still "on again" with his girlfriend. I told him about discovering her message and replying and not hearing back from her. He said she's been acting weird lately any he thinks she is freaked out that I am moving back closer again. I'll still be two hours from him by car, but that's a damn sight nearer than a 5-hour plane ride. He said that the timing of my reply probably got to her.

The timing was totally coincidental—I am not the only person in my Facebook feed to have discovered new "filtered" messages with Facebook's recent changes. I've had multiple friends bitching about it, including a cousin who had gotten correspondence about retirement gifts for her mother that got stuck in there. For those of you who are not familiar, there's the regular message inbox, and then there's a separate tab where messages go when they are from people you're not Facebook friends with already.

I didn't mean to freak her out. Maybe I should have messaged Moss first before replying, but I figured if she was friendly enough to reach out to me out of the blue, and directly without using him as a middleman, she wouldn't mind the same from me. We're not even metamours; Moss broke up with me to be with her, and he and I have just resumed the same easy friendship we had over the 4 years I was dating someone monogamously before Rider.

I guess I'll just leave her alone, and if they stay together, then I'll meet her eventually when I come down to visit him. I'm not AT ALL a scary or bitchy person (when I said that to Moss, he said, "No, you're the opposite.") so I'm sure once she meets me, whatever fear she has will be allayed. I'm not even sure I'd get romantically involved with him again if he were single. It seems like if it already ended twice, a third time would probably be a fool's errand, haha.
 
Friday was Rider's last farewell show. It was fun. A lot of his old crew of friends was there, and I got pretty misty-eyed thinking of how they almost never get together anymore and without Rider playing shows, they will have even less of a reason to.

I needed a ride to the show since Rider was borrowing my car and his was in the shop. Oddly, the person who volunteered to give me a ride was another one of Claire's exes. I'd only met him in person once, and he just randomly responded to my ride request on the event page. That was very nice of him. He is someone that I'd told Rider before that I found him attractive (before I realized where he and Rider knew each other from), and then Rider said he would feel really weird about it if I wanted to hook up with him since it was an ex of Claire's. Turned out not to matter anyway since he has a long-term mono relationship now. We got along very well, though. He's one of the few people I've ever hugged who is taller than Rider. He's got to be 6'6" at least! I don't have a height fetish but I am used to most people being smaller than Rider, so it always seems noteworthy when someone isn't.

After the show, a group of us went to a late-night restaurant. It was a lot of fun except Ada made me feel really guilty for not planning to go to her house for Christmas. She said that Rider said that we would come, and I asked him about it and he said he'd never said that. I think she was quite drunk, so it could have been that she mis-remembered and was feeling highly emotional. I told her that I'd already started preparing a menu for the food I was going to make for Rider, but that maybe we'd stop by after we were done with our plans-for-two.

Saturday, Rider and I went to watch his wrestling buddy Tom's wrestling match. That was an interesting experience. It was at a very strange venue and a strange set of people there to match. I highly enjoyed the whole thing.

Once we were done with that, we spent eight hours sorting through every single thing that we own to figure out what to keep and what to get rid of. Then we went downtown to watch a friend's band play and to sit in the park where we had our first kiss. We were out pretty late.

Yesterday (Sunday) was the day we had planned for all of our friends to come and "shop" through the things we aren't taking with us. It was pretty successful. A total of ten people came by and took about half of the stuff. Caleb and his girlfriend came and hung out for a while. It was the first time I'd seen them in some time. Our friends with the new baby also came by and we got to meet the baby.

The bass player in Rider's favorite band stopped in at the very end; he's someone who I wouldn't be attracted to normally just based on aesthetics, but over the past couple of years, we have sort of a weird magnetic tension between us that we've never spoken about but I am pretty sure we both feel it. It's hard to explain and doesn't make a whole lot of sense, but it is there. He has this quiet, brooding intensity that I am always drawn to but usually makes trouble for me if I try to date those people, haha.

The person who hung out the longest was the young lesbian I mentioned in the context of Shana and Al's last party. Apparently her life is just totally in shambles right now. Her mother is still being bigoted to her, and so she is living out of her car. She lost her restaurant job and has turned to light sex work to get by. She got involved in a poly situation with her ex-girlfriend and the ex's new boyfriend (apparently she does occasionally get involved with men), but it ended badly and now the ex has been trashing her reputation among their entire friends group and threatening to send risqué pics to inappropriate people as revenge for whatever the perceived slight was. She's been doing hard drugs with people much older than her and her New Year's resolution is "to stop doing drugs." :/

Even though she is flat broke and in dire straits, she brought Rider and me a cake she had made at the grocery store with a custom message written on it, and a balloon. That she spent some of what little she had on us touched me so deeply. She took a lot of our stuff that was up for grabs and she put it in her trunk and then stuck around hanging out. I let her shower and use my makeup because she said she had plans that night and her makeup was in her purse that got stolen earlier in the weekend.

I know that there really isn't much I can do for her, especially not considering that I am leaving, and I really wouldn't want to put myself in the position of enabling someone who has gotten mixed up in drugs anyway, but I figured that offering her a shower and a place to crash once in a while until we leave couldn't hurt too much.

She freely speaks about her problems and I sort of feel like I am in an older sister role for her, advising her a little. Her whole situation makes me feel uneasy though. It felt for a moment like she might be hitting on me, but I couldn't entertain those thoughts in good conscience. It's one thing when someone that young clearly has their shit together and their wits about them (like Aurora), and it's another thing when they are clearly vulnerable and their life is exploding. I'd much rather just be a safe place of comfort for her, not another person trying to get into her pants. I try to tell myself that when I was really young I was also involved with much older people and dabbling in hard drugs, and I turned out OK. But I do worry about her anyway.

Last night, after the last of our friends had gone, Pablo messaged Rider wanting to hang out with us. I told Rider it was up to him. I know he has limited time left with Pablo. Rider decided that he really needed to get some one-on-one recharge time with me instead, so we took a nap and then watched two episodes of Mad Men while eating leftover pizza. Then I tied him up and we had a very fun and intense sex session. It's wonderful to find those little moments of oasis together amid the chaos of moving prep and the flurry of last-minute social frenzy.

Tonight is the night that Rider and I go to meet up with Amelia (and her boyfriend). I think we're going to do dinner, drinks, and ping pong. I was supposed to see Georgia for coffee, but she had a crisis at home and needed to reschedule for next week. Rider has confirmed that we are on to hang out with Elise tomorrow night. We have something scheduled for each of our remaining ten days at this point.
 
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