85%

BoboEx (Hubby #1, yes, there were two) used to say that he only expected to get 85% of what he was looking for. I always wondered how one could approach life in that manner and be satisfied, but, to be quite honest, he seemed pretty content.

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Speaking of 85%, I noticed some egregious grammos/typos in my last post (their for there and than for then). [*shudders*]. Ick! I hate grammos/typos, but I guess that's what one gets when one doesn't proof what they've written. Justin, I know you hate poor usage as much as I do, so please don't think me an uneducated boob, I just hate going over my entries before I post and, thus, lots of typos get by....

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Anyhow, BoboEx used to be satisfied with 85%. Seems pretty reasonable, eh? Eighty-five percent seems a bit low on the expectation meter if you ask me, but, heck! it's not a bad number.

I think about it sometimes--85%, that is. Lately, I've been thinking about it in regards to my last post about marriage and living together. I can't say I disagree with O.K. Indeed, relationships seem to work quite well, if not better, when not living together. Cynical? Perhaps. But in my world, considering all my relationships eventually come to an end (or they "change," if you want to put a nice spin on things), not living together seems to take a lot of the complications out of things.

Think about it. Not living together means not having to stay together longer than you want to because you're entangled in a joint lease or you've purchased joint stuff, etc. You can get out when when want. Same with marriage, except marriage adds the whole legal wrinkle to it. It's messy.

Breaking up, after all, is a process, and, well, it's probably just a hell of a lot easier to do it when you're living in your own house with your own mortgage and your own stuff.

Were Rover and I to break up today, the only thing I might want to retrieve from him is my black bathing suit. But I don't even care about that item, so, shoot, it's easy. Done is done.

With RacerEx as with BoboEx, there was property and money to divide, living situations to consider, paperwork to create and file, and legal stuff. Yech!

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So what do I have? By gum, I have at least 85%. I have great (and I mean great) sex. I have a nice man in my life who treats me well (finally). I have my own house. I have time to myself to spend with my friends or in any manner I wish. I have a boyfriend who wants to help me financially if I need it (so far, thank my lucky stars, I haven't needed it, but he's offered to help pay for a pool if I put one in, so.... hmmm, I might take him up on that offer). I have three houses to frequent--my own, his in the City, and his at the River (pretty darned convenient and nice). I don't have any familial obligations on his end--I mean, his dad is still all tied in with Lips (has a crush on her, even (which is weird), and, frankly, this whole break up between his son and her was just not what HE wanted, but too bad). And I have someone who talks about spending his future with me, who wants to keep "fucking me until I'm old," which I think is pretty darned nice.

And we really get along quite well anymore.

I have a lot.

What I don't have is marriage. Or living together.

So?

I'm good. Life is still good. My struggles are internal. They have little, if anything, to do with Rover, with my relationship with him.

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Oh yeah, and I have a new friend from work. I really like her. We were very slow to connect, but she's really cool. A geek, really. And I like that. We're gonna go see "A Scanner Darkly" together. She's already called me, and I've gladly called her back. She's smart. She's funny looking and has a lazy eye. She's more than she seems. She needs a pseudonym. I want to call her "Inter-City Youth" (long story), so, since the initials of that spell something, I'll just refer to her as ICY. Yep, I have a new friend named Icy, and I think we'll be friends for a long time.

Yay me.