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All I want is just one guy who I can hang out with, who makes me laugh hysterically, who gets it, who is super intelligent, someone who I can trust, someone who likes to try new things, is great in bed and isn't an alkie or a stick-in-the-mud... Is that asking too much?

It's as if my life has become a minefield d'amour... first, a new love interest who I really adore and click with on so many levels dropped a bomb on me about a week ago: that he and his ex-gf want to give it another shot; hence he wants to wait for her to come back from the Peace Corps in November '06 - *sigh* - so much for that one, considering he lives 2000 miles away from me

Then, my soon-to-be-ex-husband, a man who alternates between being the sweetest, funniest man I know to being the most controlling, cruel, pathologically lying drunk I know, has been exceptionally kind to me lately, taking me out to lunch and dinner (we're still good friends). Well, last night he dropped another bomb on me - he wants me to move back in with him.

We've been separated for over a year. I also heard through a mutual friend that my ex made the prediction that we'd be back together by Xmas. AND NOW, to top it off, this mutual friend has asked me out.

I already have plans in motion to sell off a lot of my material possessions and rent a comfy room in a friend's beautiful home (complete with a sweet german short hair pointer named Anna and free long-distance & wireless DSL). The rent is dirt cheap and it will alllow me to travel more often, MY MAIN PASSION IN LIFE, and therefore expand my writing career by writing about my travels (with a little less sex involved than in my previous work). I do wanna sell these babies to mainstream mags and make some $$, ya know.

THEN some guy, absolutely out of nowhere, a professional travel writer, of all things - he wrote the book Tiki Road Trip- and who is also a professional recording engineer who works with Ministry, PigFace (plus many others) and produces big ol' music fests, stumbles across me on myspace and asks me out. He seems like a kindred spirit, wicked sense of humor and 6'4" but I'm going to be careful and more guarded this time. So, that's tomorrow night, Wednesday.

My ex is coming by this morning and for the next 2 days in order to help me empty out my storage space for my estate sale. If he is helping me with the stuff for the sale, is he going to see this piece and that piece and say, hey, I want that, I want this... "it's ours... for our house"

I haven't even mentioned my roommate/sometimes, mostly former lover who brought some chick home the other night and chastised me for making her feel uncomfortable.

I chose to vent here because the majority of people in my life aren't on SG. I also can't vent to girlfriends who would just dismiss me with a "Oh, poor you. Too many men, so little time. Boo hoo."

I'm just fucking confused and overwhelmed.