Out With A Bang

I have a sneaking suspicion that last night's...uh...engagement with S might have been my final...er...date with anyone aside from M3 for a very, very long time. Too bad it was so wholly unsatisfying. Calling to let me know he'd be late was most certainly not an indicator of future behavior. Nice ass, though.

In a horrid twist, M3 did not -- as originally anticipated, scheduled, and planned -- become single today at around noon after all. Girlfriend is, naturally, stranded on the isle of a large asian superpower in her temporarily-thwarted efforts to return home. ETA = tomorrow evening.

Fortunately, due to the presence of a signed lease, a confirmed move-out/move-in date and a temporary housing solution to bridge the gap between the two, M3 and I are now mere days away from dropping the "hypothetical" and embarking upon the "us."

Its about fucking time.

T-minus five.