I just felt like typing.
So, it's been damn near 5 years since my last update.
I'm still in Indianapolis.
Since my last post, I have moved three more times.
After 3 years with my first set of roomies (best roomies, I miss.... Alex, and Tony, anyway. Haha), I moved to a one bed one bath in Speedway [move #1], which is still basically Indy, just on the west side of Indy. Alex got married, and Ryan moved away. I never actually lived with Tony. That ended up being super flippin' expensive, so I was on the lookout for a roommate.
Turns out this gal I was working with lived in a big house and two of her roomies were moving out. So I moved in with her, her boyfriend, and some Reddit random they found to fill the gap between when I was able to move in and when the other two roomies moved out [move #2]. Well, over the course of my stay there - something like a year and a month - I lived with EIGHT. SEPARATE. INDIVIDUALS.
First there was Jessica (the coworker at the time), Terrin (her boyfriend), and Bailey (internet random).
Then, for a short time, this guy Tony (not my Tony, but toxic trucker Tony) moved in. It was supposed to be temporary... it wasn't as temporary as we wanted.
Then, one of Terrin's brothers moved in for all of a month. He moved out when he got a job in Chicago.
Worth noting here that Terrin's brother had a cat, Alice, He left her with us until he could find a pet-friendly apartment he could afford in Chicago.
Between Jess' dog and Terrin's two cats, after Terrin's brother and also eventually toxic trucker Tony left, it was a house of all women, except Terrin. Three black female cats, one black female dog, three human females, and Terrin. Teehee.
Anyway. Moving on.
Eventually, Bailey decided to peace out (...with two weeks notice. Dick move bruh) leaving it just me and Jess and Terrin. It was kinda nice! A decent chunk more expensive, but nice.
Cumulative roomie count: 6 (Me, Jess, Terrin, Bailey, Tony, Terrin-brother1)
Somewhere in here, Jess and Terrin get engaged.
So then next up, the other brother started talking about moving in. He didn't, I don't think.
But then I got word that this kid Pruitt was gonna move in, he seemed like a sweet kid. Less than a month later, I see this small pickup truck full of stuff, and I think "Oh! Pruitt's moving in!" But then, this black guy comes out and grabs a handful of stuff from the truck. Pruitt isn't black. I am confused, a bit, but figure maybe he's helping Pruitt move in. I get out of my car, and head in, and this guy says "oh, do you live here too?" I say yes. "Hi! I'm Eli, I'm moving in today."
...oh. Ok then. I was not made aware that we had another roommate, but sure. Cheaper rent.
Eli brought a puppy. A not-toilet-trained puppy. The usual frustrations apply, because he works third shift. Also the puppy is half-combo-breaker. Also black, but male.
Named after Eli's murdered brother. I didn't ask.
Finally Pruitt moves in. He ends up taking over the puppy. I am happy about this. Eli has not thus far shown that he is good at raising a puppy. He's not mean, just not good at training. He's never had a puppy before.
Eli isn't a bad person, but doesn't seem to be appropriately socialized. It's appropriate to let your roommates know when you're bringing your kid around the house. We regularly spewed profanities, and there was liquor on display at knee-hight. Not exactly kid-friendly. His.... girlfriend, I guess, is likewise not properly socialized. Not great at understanding normal people boundries, like not eating food you didn't buy. Eventually Eli moves out.
A couple months later I found out that a shitstorm of his gf breaking up with him and losing his job and other drama had caused him so much stress he ended up overdosing on heroin. Possiby on purpose.
Shortly before I found out Eli had potentially committed suicide by heroin, Jessica realized she wasn't actually in love with Terrin, and after waffling on it, decided to invite me to live with her.
She grieved more for the loss of access to the cats than she did the breakup.
I decided to move in with her [move #3]. The stress of the revolving door occupancy house was getting to me. Also I was getting very tired of sharing one shower (1.5 bathrooms in the house) with up to 5 people at once. I let Jess do all the work of searching, while I only input my requests. Includes washer/dryer. Prefer first floor. Prefer 2 bathrooms.
We found this fairly nice apartment complex on the west side of Indy, north of Speedway (where home #2 was), and settled on it after some back and forth. It's actually a really nice place in a.... internationally-cultured area, nice but not so nice that it's expensive, with easy access to a lot of stuff and the two main interstate roads. I really love it here. Plus it has a patio....
So, there is the tale of my moving three times.
Another HUGE thing in my life was moving from the Account Specialst role to the Solutions Engineer role after 4.5 years as an AS. I just recently celebrated a year of my being a Solutions Engineer, and my life honestly has never been better. I don't even have a phone at my desk, I work in IT, the job came with a significant pay raise, and the job itself is actually really fun. Also I have the best boss ever.
But really, the biggest news is not the moving three times or even my new job/role, but my FWB.
So, it's been something like 6 years since I've had a boyfriend, and something like 10 years since someone gave me pleasure in bed. I was getting lonely (and horny) and decided to take a risk. I'd been a fairly active Redditor for a few months, at this point, and found this subreddit called /r/RandomActsofMuffdive. A couple weeks before GenCon, I decided to see what was available, and found a relatively recent post the sparked my interest. I messaged him, he messaged me, we exchanged FetLife account names... and never could quite get scheduling down. But the first day of GenCon, we were finally able to meet up after my one event of the day.
So, in order to make a good (....attractive) first impression, I decided to wear a dress. The dress I chose required a strapless bra. (Note: at this point I stopped wearing bras on a daily basis about 2.5 years ago. Also stopped shaving entirely because why fucking bother.) But I knew I was gonna sweat at GenCon, so I opted to wear con clothes and change into my dress.
This is as far as my brain planned. I'd like to say I was just too nervous about meeting this guy, but really I just derped hard.
So, I did GenCon, then walked back to my car, and.... said fuck it. I changed right there.... to the best of my ability. Which means it took me a ridiculous amount of time. I managed to get my bra on while I still had my GenCon-wear t-shirt on, and it took me FOREVER (partially because I was sweating even harder than I thought I would) to get my dress on correctly, but even then I still just could NOT zip up the last 6 inches. I was about to be late, so I just said fuck it and went as is, warning him ahead of time that I was having a wardrobe malfunction. It was just supposed to be a one-time hookup anyway, why not.
So I get there, and we talk, assure our primitive emotion brains that neither of us are axe murderers, probably, then eventually decide that we should go to his place.
We get to his place, and basically as soon as we were alone in his room, our hands were just all over each other, and our carnal desires were sated for the time being. Then we ended up talking, and turns out we have a lot in common. We bonded over our shared love of webcomics.
The next day, I couldn't stop thinking about him, so I ended up texting him, saying I didn't anticipate not wanting to not talk to him, and we decided to settle on friends with benefits. He wasn't looking for a relationship, and I... well. If he ever asks me to be his girlfriend, I'm probably going to say yes. But I truly do enjoy our times together. And also we've hooked up a few more times since then, and he's even stayed the night at my place a couple times. It's been really good.
The petty part of me does kinda wish he wanted a relationship with me, since my 15 year reunion is next week.... But that's not going to happen.
Anyway. That's been the past 5 years of my life in a nutshell.
I'm still in Indianapolis.
Since my last post, I have moved three more times.
After 3 years with my first set of roomies (best roomies, I miss.... Alex, and Tony, anyway. Haha), I moved to a one bed one bath in Speedway [move #1], which is still basically Indy, just on the west side of Indy. Alex got married, and Ryan moved away. I never actually lived with Tony. That ended up being super flippin' expensive, so I was on the lookout for a roommate.
Turns out this gal I was working with lived in a big house and two of her roomies were moving out. So I moved in with her, her boyfriend, and some Reddit random they found to fill the gap between when I was able to move in and when the other two roomies moved out [move #2]. Well, over the course of my stay there - something like a year and a month - I lived with EIGHT. SEPARATE. INDIVIDUALS.
First there was Jessica (the coworker at the time), Terrin (her boyfriend), and Bailey (internet random).
Then, for a short time, this guy Tony (not my Tony, but toxic trucker Tony) moved in. It was supposed to be temporary... it wasn't as temporary as we wanted.
Then, one of Terrin's brothers moved in for all of a month. He moved out when he got a job in Chicago.
Worth noting here that Terrin's brother had a cat, Alice, He left her with us until he could find a pet-friendly apartment he could afford in Chicago.
Between Jess' dog and Terrin's two cats, after Terrin's brother and also eventually toxic trucker Tony left, it was a house of all women, except Terrin. Three black female cats, one black female dog, three human females, and Terrin. Teehee.
Anyway. Moving on.
Eventually, Bailey decided to peace out (...with two weeks notice. Dick move bruh) leaving it just me and Jess and Terrin. It was kinda nice! A decent chunk more expensive, but nice.
Cumulative roomie count: 6 (Me, Jess, Terrin, Bailey, Tony, Terrin-brother1)
Somewhere in here, Jess and Terrin get engaged.
So then next up, the other brother started talking about moving in. He didn't, I don't think.
But then I got word that this kid Pruitt was gonna move in, he seemed like a sweet kid. Less than a month later, I see this small pickup truck full of stuff, and I think "Oh! Pruitt's moving in!" But then, this black guy comes out and grabs a handful of stuff from the truck. Pruitt isn't black. I am confused, a bit, but figure maybe he's helping Pruitt move in. I get out of my car, and head in, and this guy says "oh, do you live here too?" I say yes. "Hi! I'm Eli, I'm moving in today."
...oh. Ok then. I was not made aware that we had another roommate, but sure. Cheaper rent.
Eli brought a puppy. A not-toilet-trained puppy. The usual frustrations apply, because he works third shift. Also the puppy is half-combo-breaker. Also black, but male.
Named after Eli's murdered brother. I didn't ask.
Finally Pruitt moves in. He ends up taking over the puppy. I am happy about this. Eli has not thus far shown that he is good at raising a puppy. He's not mean, just not good at training. He's never had a puppy before.
Eli isn't a bad person, but doesn't seem to be appropriately socialized. It's appropriate to let your roommates know when you're bringing your kid around the house. We regularly spewed profanities, and there was liquor on display at knee-hight. Not exactly kid-friendly. His.... girlfriend, I guess, is likewise not properly socialized. Not great at understanding normal people boundries, like not eating food you didn't buy. Eventually Eli moves out.
A couple months later I found out that a shitstorm of his gf breaking up with him and losing his job and other drama had caused him so much stress he ended up overdosing on heroin. Possiby on purpose.
Shortly before I found out Eli had potentially committed suicide by heroin, Jessica realized she wasn't actually in love with Terrin, and after waffling on it, decided to invite me to live with her.
She grieved more for the loss of access to the cats than she did the breakup.
I decided to move in with her [move #3]. The stress of the revolving door occupancy house was getting to me. Also I was getting very tired of sharing one shower (1.5 bathrooms in the house) with up to 5 people at once. I let Jess do all the work of searching, while I only input my requests. Includes washer/dryer. Prefer first floor. Prefer 2 bathrooms.
We found this fairly nice apartment complex on the west side of Indy, north of Speedway (where home #2 was), and settled on it after some back and forth. It's actually a really nice place in a.... internationally-cultured area, nice but not so nice that it's expensive, with easy access to a lot of stuff and the two main interstate roads. I really love it here. Plus it has a patio....
So, there is the tale of my moving three times.
Another HUGE thing in my life was moving from the Account Specialst role to the Solutions Engineer role after 4.5 years as an AS. I just recently celebrated a year of my being a Solutions Engineer, and my life honestly has never been better. I don't even have a phone at my desk, I work in IT, the job came with a significant pay raise, and the job itself is actually really fun. Also I have the best boss ever.
But really, the biggest news is not the moving three times or even my new job/role, but my FWB.
So, it's been something like 6 years since I've had a boyfriend, and something like 10 years since someone gave me pleasure in bed. I was getting lonely (and horny) and decided to take a risk. I'd been a fairly active Redditor for a few months, at this point, and found this subreddit called /r/RandomActsofMuffdive. A couple weeks before GenCon, I decided to see what was available, and found a relatively recent post the sparked my interest. I messaged him, he messaged me, we exchanged FetLife account names... and never could quite get scheduling down. But the first day of GenCon, we were finally able to meet up after my one event of the day.
So, in order to make a good (....attractive) first impression, I decided to wear a dress. The dress I chose required a strapless bra. (Note: at this point I stopped wearing bras on a daily basis about 2.5 years ago. Also stopped shaving entirely because why fucking bother.) But I knew I was gonna sweat at GenCon, so I opted to wear con clothes and change into my dress.
This is as far as my brain planned. I'd like to say I was just too nervous about meeting this guy, but really I just derped hard.
So, I did GenCon, then walked back to my car, and.... said fuck it. I changed right there.... to the best of my ability. Which means it took me a ridiculous amount of time. I managed to get my bra on while I still had my GenCon-wear t-shirt on, and it took me FOREVER (partially because I was sweating even harder than I thought I would) to get my dress on correctly, but even then I still just could NOT zip up the last 6 inches. I was about to be late, so I just said fuck it and went as is, warning him ahead of time that I was having a wardrobe malfunction. It was just supposed to be a one-time hookup anyway, why not.
So I get there, and we talk, assure our primitive emotion brains that neither of us are axe murderers, probably, then eventually decide that we should go to his place.
We get to his place, and basically as soon as we were alone in his room, our hands were just all over each other, and our carnal desires were sated for the time being. Then we ended up talking, and turns out we have a lot in common. We bonded over our shared love of webcomics.
The next day, I couldn't stop thinking about him, so I ended up texting him, saying I didn't anticipate not wanting to not talk to him, and we decided to settle on friends with benefits. He wasn't looking for a relationship, and I... well. If he ever asks me to be his girlfriend, I'm probably going to say yes. But I truly do enjoy our times together. And also we've hooked up a few more times since then, and he's even stayed the night at my place a couple times. It's been really good.
The petty part of me does kinda wish he wanted a relationship with me, since my 15 year reunion is next week.... But that's not going to happen.
Anyway. That's been the past 5 years of my life in a nutshell.