Still thinking about the toupeé joke.
Hate my life, hate my body, need to cheer the f### up because it's long-distance date night.
I hate that I asked for scheduled time to talk face to face, in real time, and not recorded video messages, but when I failed to ask, I did not get any.
Oh sure, I could call him, but a lot of the time he was too busy to answer, or he'd be out at some bar chatting up the locals. And he dates other people. I don't want to interrupt that with a ten-foot pole. I know that some poly people introduce everybody to everybody, and it's cool, but I've agreed to date a poly person, not be one. I hate the idea that he has romantic relationships with people who aren't me. Nope.
So we scheduled one night a week for a video call. Sometimes we watch stuff, sometimes we talk while he walks around a cool place and shows me stuff, and sometimes we just talk.
I'd be happier if my stomach didn't hurt while simultaneously growling with hunger.
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