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A week and a half ago Cooper Fiennes and I had a discussion about a woman he works with. There has been some innocent and, at times, not so innocent flirtation between the two. She is part of a larger group of colleagues that have all become great friends and they do a lot of social activities together. That is wonderful.

Now, here is where my rational and irrational minds fail to agree. I am seeing two men, casually, at the same time. One of them leaves in January, for another country, over a vast ocean. I can’t begin to feel jealous or protective or generally bummed out by his flirtation with this woman, or the possibility that it may become something more than friendship between them, because I will lose him in 6 months. Plus, I am sleeping with someone else. It’s hypocritical of me to one week say, “listen, if you sleep with her, it’s OK. I am fine with you having a casual affair with her.” and the next week to be jealous because on their camping trip they bonded even stronger. I cannot, and do not, wish to compete with her over him. Whatever will be, will be. Whatever is meant to, will. Am I surprised however? Surprised that I am feeling a bit bummed out to hear news that should they go on a trip that they have been planning, a trip that would be just the two of them, that something sexual might happen between them? Yeah, I’m feeling funky about it. I have no right to. I have a date with Type Geek tonight and I know we are going to have sex and then I am going to come home right after because I have a new job in the morning. Rationally, I have no place feeling badly. This is a little more complicated than I was expecting and perhaps, since I am still riding the hormones of my period, which ended yesterday, I will feel better in a few days. But, perhaps I won’t and then… then I need to sit down and consider all of this, don’t I?

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Let’s wrap up and just cross off the list those that we are not carrying over into 2010:

Peruvian Hottie (collective BOOOOO), Jewish Dad with dogs (eh, his laugh ANNOYED me so I never even went out with him), the Luthier (just wasn’t feeling terribly attracted to him, seemed nice but eh), The Hickie Giving Musician (just can’t do it, not feeling it), Rosemary (we all know why), the Aussie (young), and the Farmer (a girl can only be so patient).

Here is the new cluster of boys/men:

Academic (super cute and younger and had some hmm, hot chat sex, ooops), Former Reporter (turns out we have some history in another life that overlaps), Tattooed Rock Musician (seems nice, feeling eh about it), Tattooed Insomniac Artist (makes cakes at 2:30 in the morning, cause he’s in the mood for cake and milk. It’s either cute or weird or maybe both),Art Teacher (interesting, quirky), Middle School Teacher (a little odd, not sure about him yet) and there is the Flannel Turkish guy from New Year’s Eve, which is a night I will explain in a moment.

There you have a list of the guys I am currently speaking with and trying to figure out what they are about. Follow along in the future.

Now, New Year’s Eve. I heard nothing back from Peruvian, a huge disappointment but life must go on. I called the foreigner and we opted to go to this chill lounge on the other side of town. We met close by and drove over together. I worried that the night was going to be a bust when we walked in and there were only 15 people there! It was only 9:30, I remained hopeful. So, we sat, we drank, we covered ourselves from the cold blast of arctic air each time the door opened. Eventually people filtered in and a) blocked the cold air (yay!) and b) suddenly filled the joint! After I picked up my 3rd drink, I was ready to move a bit. The DJ’s were doing an amazing job mixing up funk, disco, 80’s, and various electronic tracks and everyone had a groove working. I made notice of an attractive gentleman at one point, looked at him a few times and smiled once or twice. Young, but very cute and TALL.

So, I danced. I had begun work on another cocktail and midnight came around. The foreigner grabbed me and started making out with me (?!) and then I went back to dancing. After midnight the crowd loosened up as people had gotten their midnight kissage out-of-the-way and were now just having fun. A turkish guy started dancing with me and eventually making out with me. It was fun but I was still thinking of the young cute Tall thing over in the corner from earlier. Eventually, I was able to make my way over there and at some point ended up kissing one of the DJ’s (really?! He was good, but that good?) and provided a charity kiss to an older woman who had never kissed a woman in her life, until at some point I got a hold of the Tall Cutie. Best lips of the night.

Eventually the bar closed and the foreigner and I left without my getting the young man’s name. His kiss is stuck on my lips though. I put out a Craigslist Missed Connection. What else do you do? How do you find someone after the fact? I’m not looking for love with him, but maybe a cocktail and some more kissage. Mmmm, kissage.

The night wrapped uneventfully and we now find ourselves in 2010. It feels odd. Surreal. 2009 was a bad year for me. It began with the death of an older friend and ended with perhaps a death to my former self. At least, a shedding of that former self. Let’s see what 2010 has to offer. A new decade, a new self, a whole new adventure.

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