Another freakin' meta post . . .
Apr. 10th, 2008 01:21 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
cyfishySo. Somebody's been flirting with my partner. And, of course, I know. It's impossible for me NOT to know. It certainly forced me to think about the nature of this most peculiar partnership.
Beginning was caught a bit flat-footed when the gentleman in question (I'll call him D.--I may 'out' him later if has no objections) asked how her day was. She wanted to say that her day had only begun a few hours before, when she arrived in her apartment and took the one-prim martini glass I'd given to her and added a few scripts to it to turn it into a tip jar for her hostessing shift. Instead, she pleaded inability to think back over the day (true.) But she sensed that this line of questioning would come back again at some point, so she forced the issue by saying that the RL business is more my department.
D. asked if I was Beginning's alt. Beginning explained that I was here first, so, by definition, she was my alt. D. said that for all he knew, we were partners.
"We are," said Beginning, "Check my profile."
D. did so, and promptly awarded Beginning the Weirder Than Him Award.
"But she is you," he asked, still a bit perplexed.
Once again, Beginning had to step aside and The Me had to take the microphone and try to explain the situation. One day, I suppose, she'll have some kind of elevator speech to rattle off at people when they need to know.
Then D. played some David Bowie and The Me lit up and D. and Beginning talked Bowie for the rest of the night, until it was time for The Me to go to bed.
Last night, The Me had a long session with pen and paper trying to unravel certain issues in her life, one of them being relationships and love. And one of the things she came to realize is that what Beginning and I have is not a dress rehearsal for an optimal relationship. That's simply impossible, because much of what makes a relationship are the contrasts and differences between people and how those contrasts harmonize. The only thing The Me can explore through the pair of us is the ability to love herself as she should, so she can love others in a more grounded fashion.
So where does this interloper fit into this equation? It can hardly be seen as a betrayal if I'm fully aware of what's going on. (Unless, perhaps, I flew back into the arms of my former lover against my better judgment.) And, at this point, it's merely a flirtation with little chance of progressing beyond that anyway.
Perhaps we can have a threesome . . . but that's not even something I'm worried about at this point.
Strange, strange, strange world this is. Indeed.
Beginning was caught a bit flat-footed when the gentleman in question (I'll call him D.--I may 'out' him later if has no objections) asked how her day was. She wanted to say that her day had only begun a few hours before, when she arrived in her apartment and took the one-prim martini glass I'd given to her and added a few scripts to it to turn it into a tip jar for her hostessing shift. Instead, she pleaded inability to think back over the day (true.) But she sensed that this line of questioning would come back again at some point, so she forced the issue by saying that the RL business is more my department.
D. asked if I was Beginning's alt. Beginning explained that I was here first, so, by definition, she was my alt. D. said that for all he knew, we were partners.
"We are," said Beginning, "Check my profile."
D. did so, and promptly awarded Beginning the Weirder Than Him Award.
"But she is you," he asked, still a bit perplexed.
Once again, Beginning had to step aside and The Me had to take the microphone and try to explain the situation. One day, I suppose, she'll have some kind of elevator speech to rattle off at people when they need to know.
Then D. played some David Bowie and The Me lit up and D. and Beginning talked Bowie for the rest of the night, until it was time for The Me to go to bed.
Last night, The Me had a long session with pen and paper trying to unravel certain issues in her life, one of them being relationships and love. And one of the things she came to realize is that what Beginning and I have is not a dress rehearsal for an optimal relationship. That's simply impossible, because much of what makes a relationship are the contrasts and differences between people and how those contrasts harmonize. The only thing The Me can explore through the pair of us is the ability to love herself as she should, so she can love others in a more grounded fashion.
So where does this interloper fit into this equation? It can hardly be seen as a betrayal if I'm fully aware of what's going on. (Unless, perhaps, I flew back into the arms of my former lover against my better judgment.) And, at this point, it's merely a flirtation with little chance of progressing beyond that anyway.
Perhaps we can have a threesome . . . but that's not even something I'm worried about at this point.
Strange, strange, strange world this is. Indeed.
