June 22, 2004
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If you can't give me everything, don't you give me nothing at all

There is nothing more frustrating that having to watch a relationship that should never have been sputter and cough and die in slow motion--especially when you're not even in the relationship in the first place.

A friend of mine has been seeing a married man who lives in California for several years now, and for nearly as long, I've been Dr. Love on-call when things go awry. Which is every single afternoon. Now, I know as well as you do that these things never work out, that he's always going to be leaving his wife next month, that he's sorry he can't come out again this weekend and that maybe the little blue box he's sending over will help smooth things out.

I don't know, the whole thing is frustrating and, when it's not frustrating, it's at least depressing and sad. If only because she's actually not in it for the blue boxes, but for the long run. The other day she was talking about how she's been forced to give up her extra parking space and lamented "This just sucks because when Ted moves out here and we get married he won't have a place to park"

(sfx:"boing" )

Every other person in her life has pretty much told her, in the immortal words of that white Rapper, "Drop the zero and get with a hero," but she's in LOVE. Since I'm a much nicer person in real life, I try to be supportive, or as much so as one can be given the circumstances. I'm pretty much to the point where I try to get her to admit every week that she's already broken up with him in her head, which she does, and then point out that maybe that should tell her something. Which it doesn't.

I don't know, I'm pretty much at the end of my rope. I've had it with keeping my little black bag next to door, at the ready and full of cookie dough and Xanax. I don't know what to do, but I have a feeling it's going to be a lot less than I've been doing so far.

On a semi-related topic, Dana insists that I keep this funny and, re-reading this entry, it's really not. So pretend that this "Friend" is really George Foreman and that "Ted" is also George Foreman. That's fucking hilarious.

Posted by N/C at 12:06 PM

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Sounds like a friend of mine. Eight different guys at once, half of them are in relationships. And she comes crying to me when this all falls out. I tell her, "You're a freaking idiot, find a guy you love and keep him" But she never listens to me. Only when they break up does she say "Oh, I should've listened to you!" Psh, don't tell me. I know already.

Posted by: Kittie at June 22, 2004 12:28 PM

It's even funnier when you consider all 47 of his sons and daughters ar also named George Foreman.

Posted by: Nick at June 22, 2004 02:05 PM

Whn I filled in for Dana, my usual hilarity left me and I was high and dry. It must be some kind of performance anxiety - I mean, look at the big shoes you've got to fill.

I feel your pain.

Posted by: tizzie at June 23, 2004 10:34 AM

THAT's exactly what I said to her.

Her only response was to tell me that she was "super high" and that I was "beautiful" so it didn't matter what I wrote.

Posted by: N/C at June 23, 2004 12:04 PM

I tried to fill dana's shoes once but only got about halfway. Turns out that's just not my fetish.

Posted by: dong resin at June 23, 2004 12:31 PM