an unusual event
It's been a while since I've posted. My godson was in town for a couple of days so she stayed at a hotel (she thought it would be awkward being here at the same time as my 12 year old nephew, I guess because of our situation).
Anyway; she has applied for several jobs and the first two that offered her interviews BOTH offered her the job. They are both in the service industry so she took both, which is cool. We made plans to celebrate.
I am taking a statistics class, which is hard. The chick I introduce in my post "Trust" (I'll call her "C" (a blog I used to read "Ken Is a Verb" refers to people like that)) and I text each other about zombie movies occasionally. Once upon a time, I had a very good female friend "K"; I miss having a female friend to talk to and hang out with. I keep hoping "C" could become a friend like that. Anyway, "C" offered to help me with statistics since she's taken it before. I told my ex-girlfriend/roommate/baby-momma? (From now on I'll call her "T") and she freaked.
"T" facebooked "C" and told her essentially to back off. Previously "C" has told me she has a boyfriend and is only interested in being friends and isn't interested in creating drama between me and "T". So when she got this message from "T" she apparently handled it quite classily and said she would stop talking to me if necessary. She texted me this as well as replied to "T" via facebook.
What happened next surprised me. "T" apologized for assuming the worst of "C" and said she wouldn't mind us still talking. Now "C" and I have only hung out once (see the post "Trust" (I wish i could directly link to it from here)). I doubt we hang out any time soon, unless maybe we actually do work on some statistics together. But I was kind of impressed by "T" because she has a habit of flying off the emotional handle sometimes and rarely redacts what she said or did, let alone openly admits that she was rash or wrong.
I'm still not convinced that "T" and I can be more than friends who sleep together at the moment, but she insists on saying she loves me (which is kind of disconcerting). I'm not quite sure what to do. I hope that when she moves out, I can get a decent roommate and hopefully we can find some pattern or groove that works.