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(I started writing this last week and then wandered away from it.)

I'm dating someone new, which means that I'm back to being far more actively poly again.  It's all new and shiny, which is fun.  This person is employed and has a vehicle, which I got used to via my previous primary but not completely spoiled by -- I've done without a chauffeur for almost two years now, so that's fine.

What's new is that last week he bought me dinner and then lunch the next, without being asked.  He insisted that it'd be his treat.  Anyone who knows my dating history since 2005 realizes that this is new.  It shouldn't be new, but I past Khan I can't remember the last time I went so much as dutch with a play partner.  If I wanted to go out, I paid.  If they wanted to go out, I paid.  Period.

He paid.  Voluntarily.  It was his idea.  Indeed, he's thrilled about the idea of taking me to new restaurants.  He asked me if I'd be interested in being his hiking partner, and seemed perfectly okay with the idea that I'd be doing a hundred meter mosey.  He smiles and wonders why I'm not a college professor, an accredited sex educator or at least have a PhD.  (I cringe a little at that last one because I'm still trying to figure out what I want to do, but he seems genuinely curious about why I'm not involved in some brilliant career.  Then again, so do a fair number of my loved ones who don't know my fall story.)

As I've said to other people who've started snickering long before I've finished the sentence:  I'm not a gold-digger, but it's amazingly nice to date someone I don't feel obligated to carry financially and indefinitely. 

(Many days later.)

So, of course, yesterday the universe wobbled yet again and my girl bought me breakfast.  I don't know how I managed to miss this detail of her life, but she actually got a job! I'd suggested a career that she'd already been considering, she went for it, got hired and got paid.  It's not much and she'll only be able to do this sporadically, but she'd remembered a promise she'd made to me to take me out to breakfast, my favorite type of restaurant outing.  At first, I was confused when she handed me back my card and used her own to pay.  When she explained, I grinned like a maniac.  


If this is the Apocalypse, I can get used to the end times.  Wow!

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