I Just Wish You Could Be In A Normal Relationship For Once: An Un-Love Story

The Story:
This has been the weekend of sleepovers and last night I found myself, post-cookout, flopped on the couch at a place that has at times and is about to be again my home away from home: Alef and Dr. Animal's house.  I was initially going to come back to the city, having had an impromptu sleepover at Pirate Girl's on Friday following the theft of my car (another post for another time), but sunshine and sangria had caught up with me and the thought of getting on the BART was too much to bear so we had just decided it was going to be a sushi-take-out-and-movie kind of night in Berkeley and that I would stay over in their guest room, a.k.a "my room", there instead of coming back to San Francisco. 

The three of us had been swapping stories, discussing everything from Dr. Animal's recent acceptance to grad school and the benefits to his mental health as a result to the college friend of Alef's who had dated a woman touted on a book cover at Good Vibrations as "the go-to girl for anal sex advice."  My semi-plans for next year, and Ani's un-contribution to them, came up and we talked about it until I was so self-conscious and embarrassed about being the mouth to both of their ears that I made us change the subject.

The Lesson:
"The last thing," Dr. Animal concluded, "that I have to say about this situation is that between all the time you spent with Romeo and everything this past year with Ani, I just wish you could be in a normal relationship for once."

Amen, brother.

Comments

[Pirate Girl]

Thank you, Dr. Animal. Dammit, we all wish that I think. And for the record, Ani sucks. And not in a good way.

[miss nelson]

PG:
I appreciate your, and Dr. Animal's, support. In some ways it freaks me out that I have had an interesting/troubling recent history of fucked-up relationships and while of course I want to take responsibility for my own choices, I think to some extent I am not as much of a mess as I think I am and the other people involved have contributed significantly to the situations also. Or, maybe it's just me. Who knows but thank you for your good wishes :)

And, Ani--yes what a mystery. I did the best I could with her and if she doesn't know I love her by now I don't think even hitting her with a pan would help. Although I do secretly like the idea of you tripping her in the hallway at school. Maybe that would knock some sense into her? Even though she knows this blog exists she still has never found or read it...Interesting. And then of course there's the feet situation. I can do better I know but it's hard to remind my heart of that when I still feel this way...I know you think I'm crazy but all I can be is honest.

Maybe as Helen suggested yesterday on the phone my true love is in India? sigh.