21 Sept 2009
12:55p.m.
OK fine, enough time has passed that I can finally talk about it without getting physically ill.
I am referring, of course, to my little moral hiccup in Vegas, where I made out like a Hoo-ah with a certain Mr. Man.
I know, I know, it was horrible of me. I am in a committed relationship with someone who I am head over heels in love with.
You don't really have to remind me actually. No seriously, that's what ulcers are for.
Anyway, after getting a little distance, my take is that it was just a pathetic, unfortunate stab at dealing with my anxiety over Bloke leaving again (ok, ok, combined with the freakish, inexplicable chemistry that Mr. Man and I still share). I mean, seriously, I've never really been great at dealing with the loss of a guy. I've always had someone else prepped on the back burner just in case. So even though I might have smooched someone else- if you think about it, I didn't completely sabotage things, which is actually progress on my part.
Stop rolling your eyes! My shrink totally agrees with me by the way. Course, this is the same shrink who once told me that I was a woman of dubious morals and questionable judgment. Then she was all, "time's up, see you next week!"
