November Spawned a Monster

Today marks another birthday for He Who Must not be Named. Fittingly, the original day of his birth was also a Friday.

And, as he ages another year, I feel a bit of resentment that, though unhappy, he has what I want from life at this moment in time: a family. A partner. That's not to say that I'd like him, nor is it to say that I'd like his marriage. I'd be lying if I said I didn't occasionally wonder what if. I do. And deep down, I know what if would be a nightmare. And that there'd be binding ties for eternity with the potential to be featured on a milk carton. Not one of my goals.

So what to take from this melancholy on a cold rainy day with no cuddling partner? Perhaps stock in my life. Appreciation that though some decisions didn't lead me down the right path / to the right person a u-turn was taken in time?

In other news, not too much on the boy front. Still nothing from This Charming Man, which means we may have our answer. G and M-prime (so many first initial M's I fear I can't write of any until they've earned some distinction!) are communicating like fiends. There are some others that pique interest, and I'm trying to decide (as they pique my interest enough), if I should wait a day or two to see if they initiate contact. Have initiated with some ones I find on a mid level. Strange, online or not, I think it works best when I let the boys begin the hunt.