The change in me was drastic. I haven't walked happily into that place for the past two years. In fact, walking in right after much seX0rz with BG when I lived next door was an instant downer. Not last Saturday. I fucked with the cook and he was cool, I talked to the new kitchen helper and she figured out I was insane, and I seemed to bring up Blondie's mood as well despite not having found her skiing equipment.
My mood only brought up hers which I fed off of and despite being a shit night financially it went well from a mental standpoint. By 1:20 we saw off the last guests and had a beer together; the train home was 35 minutes away.
We talked, about nothing really. Much was Yet Another Relationship Autopsy but we went beyond that to the point that BG said, "See? This is what I meant! We never talked and now you're talking." I still don't quite get it but it was nice that both of us were in good moods. As 1:55 approached I decided that continuing to talk with BG was worth more than the €13 a taxi home would cost and so I opened another beer.
Had RIG been at home it would've been another story but she wasn't, and the earliest I would see her was after 9:00am on Sunday after she ditched her now-ex at the Deutschen Museum.
We kept talking. I first told her very vaguely about there being someone new a week before. No details, no mention of love, just "seeing someone". She was gutted and it stuck with her through the following Monday when worked together in a very chilly environment. But she's over it. It was, she explained, just the finality of it all, and so soon. I confessed that I'd been actively avoiding any possibility of contact much less relationship and that it just came out of nowhere. BG was happy for me.
At around 3:30 BG invited me to finally see her new flat. She had more beer there as well as her typical late-night snack foods. We continued to talk. I whinged a bit about RIG being mostly a veggie and once again having a fridge full of tofu. She laughed. We agreed to cook together or for each other at least once a month. BG suggested inviting RIG to join us; I've since done so, warning her that there would be little on the table other than dead bunnies and pig parts served in truly sinful sauces (my Bearnaise could clog your aorta).
BG's biggest whinge: she misses the sex and the sleeping together. She really liked sleeping on my arm. Thing is, she doesn't do sex without love so I don't think she'll be asking RIG whether she can borrow me but who knows? She does want to meet RIG though and is happy for me, even teasing me about how quickly I feel back into non-singledom.
Her flat's nice and I can see it as an expression of herself. I'm proud of her for getting control over her life and "finding herself". Around 5:30 we both crashed. I was up before 9 and got the U-Bahn home only to find out that RIG was delayed by a couple hours. The time we did get to spend together was fantastic.
BG and I are friends, maybe moreso than before. RIG loves me. Shit's good.^
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