One Plus One Equals Too Many

I’ve had two 3.5 plus yr relationships mixed with dating and now I am single again. But I’ve realized with the longterm guys, I always went to them. I didn’t mind packing the overnight bags every weekend, or being the one one the road at 7am to get to work. Because when I am home - quite frankly I don’t want to be bothered. Even the random nights/weekends my ex would come over to my place would stress me out.

On top of that, I’m 30. I’ve always thought of myself who wants marriage and kids, I still do. But the whole process of meeting someone, dating enough to say it’s more than dating, being boyfriend girlfriend long enough to even consider moving in -
I probably shouldn’t being thinking of it as a ‘process’.
I’m a totally open girl, but the truth is I’ll dive head first into just about anything but men.

Things would be soooooo much easier for you if you just became a lesbian porn star. Trista, all you have to do is munch some box on camera and get your own box munched on camera. Boxes get munched, starlets get paid, I jerk off to lesbian Trista porn.

Everybody wins, the end.

I don’t understand why I’m not the President of this country yet.

I was just telling my boyfriend about Dead like Me. Oddly, he found the premise interesting. Or, maybe not so oddly. Watching television is a new experience with someone who does it for a living. It’s actually *gasp* fun and entertaining.

I thought I had long, long, LONG since broke my inner girlfriend-relationship-person. Truth was, I broke the old model to make way for the new, improved, more true to me model.

It’s worth the self-evaluation and growth process to finally be sound in yourself. Shockingly, there are men who truly embrace women who are true to themselves. Mine even lets me eat ice cream out of the container, sit around in my undies and write, if I want.

My tip is simple. Share your “Truest” self with a guy friend. Realize that you don’t have to be anything other than who you are. Then, expand to a guy friend who may hold the potential for more. As Karri would say, ditch the representative.

I was the same way 4 years solo. And I learned to love to be alone. It was hard at first. I had never been alone.

But I am a tun of fun when I am alone. I write, I play video games, (little one gone or asleep time), I cook, I read, I sketch, I clean, I catch up with friends, you name it.

And since being one year with Vic in co-habitation land I have found you just have to kick them out of the house once or twice a month and have a ALONE night.

If you don’t you both will go nuts.

The cunundrum is when you friends are SO Used to you being free most of the time, when you do go the boy route some turn resentful.

Lost friends over it…

I say, if you can’t share in my happiness, then buh bye.

I need solitude like I need oxygen. It’s not just a preference, it’s a necessity. I also wondered if I’d ever be able to live with anyone. But my current bf and I have lived together for over 15 years now. Fortunately we’re solicitious of the others’ needs and we both make it a point to go out of town at least a few nights/weekends a year, leaving the other to enjoy their privacy. We’ve also learned how to give each other plenty of space even when we’re both at home. Which is a challenge because we both work from home! It may sound cliched, but I think when you find the right partner, someone who is compatible with you and considerate of your needs, it will work just fine. On the flip side I know several couples in long term relationships who live in the same apartment complex, different apartments. And that can be an equitable solution as well!

Dylan and I are planning to move in together as soon as work/school comes together (hopefully this summer) and I can’t wait. Partly because we’re still extremely infatuated, but partly because we only see each other on the weekends right now and sometimes not even then. And it sucks because I don’t want to go out with my friends because I know that I only have maaaybe 48 hours to spend with him and I want to make the most of it. Once we move in together, we won’t feel like we have to be together every minute and it won’t be a big deal if one of us makes alternate plans sometimes. It sounds strange, but moving in will actually create more space.

My “single girl behavior” has gotten to the point where I truly fear ever being able to share my space again. And the older we get, the more set in our ways we become. Be afraid!

And on the flip side, I’ve dated men that have some rather questionable habits themselves; quirks that I don’t particularly care to be around 24/7.

Are we simply less tolerant as we get older or more self aware…or both? I have to believe that at some point someone will actually find my gross behaviors…charming?

I’ve always liked being alone too, and never lived with a boyfriend since I was 21. (That ended badly, so I vowed then that the next live-in boy will have purchased me a ring. It took until I was 28, but it happened.)

We cohabitate well. If I want to watch something he doesn’t on TV, he wanders into the bedroom and picks up a book. If I make popcorn, I’ll bring him some. Sometimes I go in there just to give him a kiss. We can pass entire weekends almost silently, sharing a house but not, doing our own thing. Then when it’s late and we finally slip into bed, we can still ask each other how our day was.

Preachin’ to the choir, hon. I like my solitude, too. Still, occasionally, I long for the special woman with whom I could share time (and solitude)… and I’m pulling 40.

Well.. My parents have been married for 38 yrs. My mom still lives in Hawaii and my dad here in So. Cal. My mom visits him every 2-3 mos and stays for a week to three. They share the same bed WITH the door closed and have been doing this for over 20 yrs. Maybe it’s their age (6