Bi any other name

The little things are what keep me enamored with "The One" he's out of town for the weekend, but made of point of letting me know he wanted me when he got back and when he got plastered he sent me a small text message saying he loves me. It always brightens my day when he does the small things that let me know he's still thinking about me. He couldn't be any more charming if he tried. Well he probably could, but he doesn't need to.

As I mentioned, I have the house to myself for the weekend. You would think this would lend itself well to alone time with "The Other" but it really didn't work out that way. "The Other" spent last evening talking with friends and taking out the trash rather than come over and let me please him in every way I could conceive of. Tonight I didn't ask, but then I didn't have to. If I hadn't already known that he had to work early in the morning, he made it pointedly clear on more than one occasion today that he was going straight home to bed after work, he may not even watch several hours of TV before going to sleep. That's right, in one stroke he managed to paint me as lower than friends, lower than sleep, lower than TV and lower than taking out the trash. Wow does that boost my self esteem.

So to make myself feel better about the whole thing I went on a walk with a female friend and we talked about stereotypes on libido and gender being so backwards. The walk had so much conversation about turning lesbian that I wouldn't be surprised if she were to pick me up for the next gay rights thing in town. Actually that's probably a great place to meet bi chicks. . . Maybe I will go with or without her.