So, It Turns Out...
That I am not moving out of Jill’s house. We are still no longer a couple; however, the offer of a room to stay in from a friend has dried up, and I have nowhere to go. Since Jill and I were always excellent roommates if not great lovers, the only thing that will noticeably change are the sleeping arrangements. (I’m in the market for an air mattress.)
I’m mostly okay with this. I’m still close to work, and this means I don’t have to RUSH to get my car registered and insured, which was a huge cause of financial stress to me.
I’m not sure how we’re going to work it on those nights where one or the other of us may want to bring somebody home (not that I’m necessarily planning on cutting a swath through the single population of Salt Lake City), but we are both reasonable, mature adults, and I’m sure we can work things out.
Some of you are probably already accusing me of naive optimism about this situation, but you don’t really know me, you don’t know Jill, and you don’t know our friendship.
So, yeah. I’m not moving, but I’m still single. Ladies (gentlemen?), I am available for any and all acts of deviancy.
