oh life, you dolorous thing. instead of a gap, now, it seems i have a glut of frauen, tho she yclept mc remains, as is her wont, on the fence. However, things are such that I fear she may think that the pretender to the wattthrone, is in fact already enthroned, on account of her having seen us together. And this, if I were her, would pain, and so i feel. I could be wrong: she could - mirabile, at least sort of, dictu - not like me, and I'm unfettered. She could - h.d. - like me still. In which case not only am I fettered, but, should anything ever happen, the other would get hurt. But the thing is, the mc like is of much antiquer vintage, and preferencewise, it has to go with her. This despite the fact that she can be rude and incommunicative, which the other isn't. So my provisional plan, life, is just to bite the fucking bullet, and ask, if an opportunity arises, mc out. If she says no, then fuck it - excuse me, readers, for what i am about to say is harsh, horrid humanly speaking - i have the other to fall back on. This is not how one treats people. But... I'm going to do my darnest not to hurt anyone, including myself. Indeed, I, hereby, in front of God and the interwebz, do solemnly swear to do anything within my power to, if someone is to be hurt, make that person be me. So yes, am I to be on the look out to ask mc out.