Hm.
Bridgette is becoming comfortable snogging in public, nothing outre’, just the occasional comfortable bus, hand-holding, the absently reaching out and touching. Nice things. But things that indicate, to the casual observer, that there is couple-ness going on there.
I don’t mind this. I favor this. I wonder, some, whether Bridgette has noticed it, but I’ll just put off asking for a time until I’m certain it won’t turn off what I consider positive behaviors.
Zelda spoke with me about my girlfriend (her nomenclature; I don’t know what Bridgette is to me, I just like it), and asked me for, at least, a name to refer to her by. I noted that I had been with Ally, Linda, and Bridgette Sunday; where had she seen me, and when, and I could give her a name for the person she saw. I wasn’t thinking…I’m falling into the games without thinking at all. I’ll have to do something about that.
In any case, Zelda noted that it was a medium height, shoulder-length brown hair (Bridgette has waist-length red hair, dye-bright) woman in a location that had only held Bridgette & I. Z. said it couldn’t be Bridgette; the woman had been in workout clothes, and [derisive snort] like, Bridgette working out? [another snort]
I allowed, mildly, that it must have been Ally, then, as Linda didn’t fit that desc. I wonder, though, where everyone gets these misimpressions (me, included) of Bridgette? Interesting that Z, who knows Bridgette well, couldn’t recognize her through the mental filters she was sporting.
Games. Uhm.
I think, perhaps, I’ve been running back into the game-playing because I am following paths that are not natural and sane; I am spending most of my free time with Bridgette, and not talking about that at all. For me, not talking is unnatural in the extreme. What’s more, it indicates that I care what Z thinks of my business, which is an issue, as well, even in the negative.
The healthiest path for me to pursue is probably, when Z asks, to smile, tell her I’m with Bridgette, and indicate that that is all I’ve to say on it. No game playing. Erm. Kind of treads on Bridgette’s privacy…no, not really. She says she doesn’t mind people knowing, she just doesn’t particularly want to broadcast.
Hm. So. Okay. Talk to Bridgette over the weekend, talk to Zelda next week, no problem to speak of that I can see, continue to refuse to talk about the relationship to Zelda, as there truly is nothing good there for her or I.
Interesting stuff. I’ve never kept quiet this long about stuff that was important to me.
Crossposted from Epinepherine & Sophistry