So I just finished DD 35, and oddly enough it brought back so many memories for me that I can't even be pissed about the cliffhanger. That whole thing with Seth not wanting to say goodbye, I went through that a couple times a year for three years. My boyfriend went off to college as I was starting 10th grade, and it was far enough away from home (well, it was here in Pgh, actually) that I only got to see him at Christmas and spring break. I was so completely pathetic about it, I'd start marking off days on my calendar with like 50 days to go until he came home. The summer break was the worst, because I'd get so used to having him around. I always tried to do the denial thing and just not think about the fact that he was leaving, but usually about 3 days before he had to leave I'd just turn into a wreck. The last nights he was around we'd do stupid stuff, like he'd tuck me into bed before he left, and then I'd hold onto his leg and try to keep him from leaving. It was always completely impossible to enjoy those last days, because no matter how hard I tried not to think about it, it was always like "oh, this is the last time we'll do this for 4 months." One time I went to the airport with him and his parents, and that was the worst. Somehow it made the whole thing a lot more real and painful to actually watch the plane take off (and then there was the hour and a half I had to spend in the car with his parents on the way home). Of course everything seemed so much more interminable when I was that age, but I definitely wouldn't want to go through it again.

And for something completely unrelated, the bf was doing laundry today, and he came back from collecting the stuff from the dryer with this really weird look on his face. Finally he says, "I don't really know how to ask this, but is there another woman in your life or something?" After I look at him stupidly for a minute, he tells me that he found this pink Victoria's Secret thong in my laundry, and both of us know that I wouldn't be caught dead owning that. Someone obviously left it in the washing machine and he didn't notice it, but then he decided to bring it up with the rest of my laundry (and no, in case anyone was wondering, he didn't really think I was having a lesbian affair.) So yeah, now I have this hideous pink thing that belongs to some other girl, and I'm really weirded out by it.

Val