I continue to eschew making new contacts of the female variety. I finally told the friend of a friend that I had no interest in her... I followed the tried and true path of a few days of stunted conversation and no initiation of contact, followed by blunt by polite response to the effect of "not my type" when the inevitable "what's up" question appeared.
Meanwhile I've occasionally exchanged brief notes with the Patron, as she has also decided to skip any further male-meeting during this time when she is ridiculously busy, and Mercury, who has managed to loan $3000 to a guy who has punched walls in his paid-off house (...and who also has a paid-off sports car despite having no discernible income... except for gullible girlfriends?).
Don't get the idea that my life is relationship free, however.
About twice a week I seem to end up over at the masochist's place, usually for physical interaction, but most recently for a movie. Yes, a movie and nothing else. See, we're all the same.
Seven weeks remain until I leave the country, for what I can only assume will be a vacation of a lifetime.
Until then, I plod, work, soccerize, and plod. If you know what I mean.
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