Profanity Redux

I received an unexpected phone call last night after exchanging a battery of consummately witty and charming emails with M3. The girlfriend doesn't return until the 21st, you see, so he continues to be at the liberty of putting forth ongoing, frequent and super awesome communication with me at his leisure and without the threat of any consequences whatsoever.

When I informed M3 a few days ago that we wouldn't be seeing one another until she was out of the picture, I hadn't technically *not* authorized phone contact in the interim...so I suppose it wasn't a violation of our agreed-upon terms. Although, in the morning light and with roughly 12 hours to reflect upon said call, we've since agreed that talking on the phone is second only to seeing one another in the Really Bad Idea Department. With at least a few weeks remaining until the mere idea of dating M3 becomes even remotely a possibility, we need to stick exclusively to email. Anything more is too vivid a reminder of what we simply can't have.

In the meantime, its important to keep busy. Accordingly, V arrives for dinner in roughly four hours. I will try to have a good time on this date. I will try to have a good time on this date. I will try to have a good time on this date.

Tomorrow evening I'm meeting the 25 year old for a beer. Our outing is predicated on the notion of seeing how the "friends" thing would work out. Uh, yeah.

Oh, and one other thing. I almost forgot!

M3 is going to vividly be in my mid-sized town at the end of next week for a meeting.

Fuck.