Living with Le Roux

I haven't written in a long time...for lots of reasons...

I know I explained it to be overwhelmness, and busy-ness and of course it's the truth, although the biggest reason I didn't write (and wrote nothing much other than that pathetic posting about my lost luggage) was cause I wasn't really ready to write about the biggest thing happening at the time:

My relationship Le Poo, (my witty nickname for him, amongs many others)

We're not together anymore...in fact we broke up this morning, which is likely the reason for this posting; 1)my way to cope and 2) well, I guess it's ok to talk about now, as it's not all that serious anymore...

Imagine the sweetest and most considerate guy. One that always stops to let me through the doorway/elevator first. Lets us watch whatever I want to watch all the time. Shares the same taste in musical essence as me. Someone who yells "I wanna dedicate this song to my Girlfriend" every time a song he likes comes on. Someone who actually prefers subtitles too and someone who stopped smoking socially once I told him it disgusted the shiznitsnazbots out of me. That's him.....

It really didn't take long after he moved in for us to get together...it just, felt RIGHT. We had a friendship where I felt ZERO attraction to him, but soon found that being with him was easy and fun and ridiculously okay. Things are still okay, it's just not right anymore. We're both in Moscow for certain reasons and it has come to be now, that us being together isn't condusive to our goals for the moment.

I just really need for us to each live our own moscow experiences, and I'm not ready to cash it in for a serious relationship. It wasn't that he was suffocating me...I think I was suffocating myself.

I'm SO glad I found my own footing again. I almost got lost..!!

BUT I'm BACK!...I knew something was wrong once I suddenly couldn't find time for yoga...and stopped blogging. Now I'm resolving to take yoga classes here, and picking up my emotional outlet again. I think once I can wean the real me...the me that I like into a relationship, then it'll be a good one.

...it's weird to say, but it TRULY is..."it's not you, it's me"

It's totally just me and my crap...

yay! patey's found again,

It's all a learning experience anyway, right?

This is the new me, with a new haircut; you likey? Above was the way it was before; if you like that one better, just remember, that came from a disastrous haircut too okay? ...yeah I know it's short now, but I kind of like it, I'm not sure why...it's Fresh.

love you guys,

ptpy