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Her ambivalence is rampant. Mine, vanquished.

I didn’t run from E’s ambivalence, and she rewarded me handsomely. Now she wants the blog — but that comes at a price.

The women in my life come and go, and my mood rises and falls with them.

My desire baffles me. E wants me, she doesn’t want me. My brain says run — but something deeper wants to convert her ambivalence into enthusiasm, even as I suspect I’m really just teeing myself up, again, for the crashing disappointment I secretly crave.

Can you have too many partners? I say “no.”

She was trying to be less sketchy. I was trying to be less sketchy. We met on SeekingArrangement.

Room 909. A hotel room, a command, a wait that I can’t sustain, and a first time that leaves marks.