I hate making uncomfortable decisions. Or rather, dealing with the consequences from making them.
A few months ago I made my first foray into the world of online dating. Yay! Despite a few hurdles (recent discovery: a lot of people are really fucking RUDE when they have the relative anonymity of the internet behind them!), I've been in a happy, if somewhat rickety dating scenario for about two months.
The inevitable event that this whole thing has been steadily marching in the direction of? She's moving hundreds of miles away. Which I was aware of when entering into the whole thing.... but it's just arrived much sooner than expected. She's been encouraging and inspiring, and it sucks to have to lose the physical connection that goes along with it. I had been so accustomed to feeling alone that the excitement of new possibilities sort of over-wrote my hardwired survivalist setting. It's not that I need to be in a relationship, but it's getting tougher to keep myself on my own two feet without an emotional sounding board these days.
So I'll be packing her truck and saying farewell in another day. And we're parting on good terms.Now I just need to follow through on all the emotional fallout I told myself I'd deal with when the time came. Gah.
But here, for you all to enjoy, is a decision which is not difficult in the least:
Well, WE'RE OUT OF CAKE! We only had three bits and didn't expect such a rush!