@salty You all are dears. I'll be returning my long-overdue library books this week and stocking up!
Oh, 'pinners, I have to admit: I've never read a romance novel in my life. But this piqued my interest! Where do I start? Recommendations, anyone?
@hotdog Yes, dish! I'm dreadfully curious.
@HeyThatsMyBike I sometimes feel as though this is true of all men's fashion. Clearly suits and cuts change, but they never seem to change as dramatically as women's clothing. My husband has so many awesome choices when it comes to finding durable, made-in-America, lifetime-investment type clothing. I have no doubt that he'll still own the same Allen Edmonds shoes he bought for our wedding in 30 years, and that his Filson jacket or vest will being going equally as strong. I love A Continuous Lean, but it skews male almost all the time. Do women's equivalents exist? I want to know about them!
On Old Love
Don't mind me, I'm just weeping into my coffee cup over here.
@Jillsy Sloper I was also waiting for the reveal! Also, even with the cycling thing — what's up with the changes of clothes? That is one of the most baffling details to me...
YES. Did anyone else get sucked down the rabbit hole that is the world of Kip Litton bloggers/sleuths/stalkers? Let's discuss.
On Off Balance
@Inconceivable! I know, I was so desperately in awe of her when I was a wee 10 year old, glued to the Olympics and doing cartwheels around the front yard... It's actually quite heartbreaking now to look at those clips and realize just how young she was.
@Faintly Macabre "Disengaging following by weaning" — I'm going to remember this one! I think the hardest part has been keeping myself from relapsing, even though I know calling/obsessively reading Twitter updates/pretending everything is just fine really just prolongs the agony.
@redheaded&crazie Thanks for this — sometimes it's incredibly helpful to hear this in a sane, outside voice that isn't my own internal monologue turning over the problem again and again. Part of what's tricky is that I know if a romantic relationship made me feel/act/fret this way, I would DTMF and not look back. It's time to let this friendship fade, but somehow that's feels s much trickier than a true break up.
(I'll stop pouring my heart out on the internet now, nbd.)