chocolate hell

Ugh. Chocolate bad. Chocolate VERY bad. Must... not... eat... more. Must... resist... temptation. Ugh.

Nobody told me you should be careful when eating a Terry's Chocolate Orange, because it's like alcohol - while you're imbibing huge quantities, there isn't a problem. It's when you say, go to move, that things get hairy. Your nervous and digestive systems simultaneously go on strike, and the world begins to look like a much scarier place than it did with all the artificial stimulants. In case I hadn't already gotten the message through: ugh. I'm beginning to think there should be "Just Say No to Chocolate" campaigns running in schools or something; it might've prevented me from winding up in such an ugly spot.

This weekend has been pretty good in spite of unstoppable addictions. We've done very little, aside from going out with Jamie and Marie for dinner last night, then back to their place to play some old Sega games and watch a Goodies DVD. Much fun was had by all, and Jamie and I will be doing a 2001: Space Odyssey swap. I haven't seen the movie and he has the DVD, whereas he hasn't read the book and I happen to have it. :c) Yay.

Anyway, I'm not in a particularly articulate mood right now, in case you hadn't spotted it. I just thought I'd share my chocolate induced pain with no-one in particular, and the world in general. Just Say No to Chocolate, everyone!

Now I wonder where I put that chocolate orange...

object of my affection

One of the great things about being poly is that you can have guilt free crushes on almost anyone you like. You can also tell your current partner(s) about said crush in great guilt free detail, until either the long suffering partner(s) sedate you with chloroform just to shut you up, or the crush devolves or evolves.

The sucky bit is, of course, that the crushes of a poly person are much less likely to be reciprocated, either because the person isn't into poly or because they simply aren't into you; the former generally being common enough that it almost makes the latter a moot point.

It's not like this is always the case - I've heard poly people bitch about the fact that women (and especially 'hot bi babes' like erm, me) tend to have a much easier time of it getting dates than the men do, and I've also observed that there are people in perfectly good social circles where everyone is open and relaxed about the whole thing and the world is just one big chocolate coated... okay, let's not go the chocolate-y analogies today. That will make me sick.

So maybe my problem is that I'm really just 'starting out' with poly. My husband and I don't really have any connections to other poly people, besides the guy in our life; and though he's probably aware of similar people in this city, he's on the other side of the country for at least another couple of months longer.

Maybe I need to find some 'good' people to crush on, and I'll do that when I actually manage to start meeting some like minded people here. Being under the roof of my (very conservative) in-laws doesn't help that cause, but it can be worked around. Hopefully it won't be much over a year or so, Mac-converting and work-finding pending, until we have a place of our own anyway.

( So I have this crush... )