Rain Rain Rain Rain Rain

Rain rain rain rain rain. Went to the shop to paint and weld. Can't paint in this weather. Can't weld outside. Can't get my stuff inside because the lessees of the space have inadvertently blocked all entrances with silly things like trucks under modification and a trailer with two flat tires. That's a bummer but I have a hobby to work on, folks.

Met a nice OKCer last night. Wine, dinner. Talk talk talk talk talk. Polyamorous burner with a nursing career and a lot of intelligent things to say. What's not to like? Why, nothing. Now comes the hard part: Time management.

Because: My artist, whom I shall refer to as Miss Sunny, or perhaps sunny, has a way of filling in the spaces in her remarkably busy and productive life with me, and vice versa, and I will not change that.

Plus I somehow got into heavy flirtation mode with a lovely gal at my workplace and it's clear we must go out next week. This will be a perfect opportunity to learn how to be clear, before there is any investment in expectations (easy to get into because she really fills a lot of my check boxes and I, perhaps, hers, if the face to face energy is any indication), that my chosen lifestyle will continue to include my other special friends, and that basically a woman who is looking for her one Mr Right will not find him in me. The challenge is to somehow impart these things at the appropriate time and gauge her acceptance thereof without coming off all didactic.

Very important, though. Last night's date had a recent experience with a man who got extremely bent out of shape that she waited until the third date to tell him she was not a monogamous person. And as intimated here, though not with relevant recent updates, I too had a relationship in the recent past that was not compatible with open loving. Loving, yes. Open? Not so.

It was a very sad parting for us both.

Meanwhile my and our gekko is at this moment strolling in the sunshine at a ren faire with her beau, and I am envious. Of the sunshine (and the beau). Did I mention? Rain rain rain rain rain.

Well, then, let it be a laundry day, and figure out why the bathroom smells so bad (wait, I'm a single guy, end of investigation), and shove my father's paperwork into a new corner, and maybe, just maybe, clear off the workbench so I can make some shit. I have a lot of shit to make. Electrical chandeliers, for ex, and oddball articles of clothing to place upon my exhibitionist self in hot climes, and weird hats that glow in the dark.