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Update part 2:

I have a new word. Telepathetic: the condition of believing you psychically know your lover is cheating on you when in fact they aren't.

Here's my rant of the day. I think people would go to church more often if they could mingle around with a drink in their hand. And I'm not even necessarily talking about an alcoholic beverage here. In what other situation would you be expected to show up, walk around talking to a bunch of people, sit through a boring speech, and even sing/chant, without something cool to drink? So be told.

I have to tell the truth about something. I've been writing less lately because I didn't want to reveal that my friendship with E. has become more than friendship. You know I hate the "R" word, so let's just say we're having a lovely low-key companionship. I guess I just didn't want to "jinx" the best thing that has happened to me in years. He is everything I have been wishing for in a lover. He's smarter than me, funny, thinks I'm funny, plays a musical instrument, loves music, stays friends with his ex-girlfriends, likes cats, has a happy, positive personality, and most importantly, isn't looking to own or be owned. So for two weeks we've been having this amazing "thing" that could go on indefinitely. I even like it when we are cuddling.

Wednesday night when I got back into town we went to play mini-golf. Then he taught me to play Magic. That's an addictive card game and evidently I'm the last to know. The next morning we got up around noon and put together my amazing porch swing. Its not really a porch swing, it hangs from a monolithic stand my last boyfriend built. I thought it would take four big men to put it together, but with some creativity, leverage, and, lets face it, some help from Kai over the phone, we did it. I am so proud of having helped put it together myself. Then we sat around in the swing most of the afternoon, and he said "hey, lets go over to the beach and eat oysters". So we ate oysters, drank tequila, and played with glowsticks on the beach. Then we played some more Magic and went to bed. This morning before he left he painted my toenails. He said he wasn't sure if he'd see me tonight, and I said, don't come over, I don't want you to get sick of me. And he said, I was worried you were getting sick of me. But I wasn't. I just don't want to kill this idyllic situation before I find out what happens next.

I guess I'm writing about this to give examples of how relaxed and happy I am. I didn't like compromising this diary by leaving out something so important, so enjoy the details of my little life.

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