So, another update. It seems that I solely use A Fine Brandi to sort out all of my relationships in my head. And if I blog about them, they inevitably fail. So the ones that are good prospects I will keep to myself.

The Gunner still shows up at my work sometimes. I had a conversation with him a few weeks ago about what I was and was not looking for. He went a little crazy. He also has the ugliest tattoos I've ever seen and they look like they're melting off of his arm.

The Editor is a continual pain in my ass. I'm trying to keep this thing on good terms. There's just no polite way to tell someone--listen, you're cheap and you have no car. You'd be great if I wanted romance, but you'd be a terrible *boyfriend.* He stills calls often. I still tell him plainly and openly that I'm going out with other guys. I don't think this is going to be the learning experience for him that it should.

The Solicitor is still in Europe and has been for about a week. He and I are going to Harry Potter together. I kissed him goodbye. We have realistic expectations.

Enter the Illustrator. Shows up at my work, flirts with me, I think about him for two days, he shows up again, asks for my number. He will be attending VCU in the fall, for his second year. He's cute but he's on the rebound--typical of the pattern that I flirt with the cute ones but the ones with emotional baggage ask for my number. Not to prejudge, but his facebook contains lots of pictures of him posing with inverted crosses and pancake makeup. You don't want to fuck with these types of people. I'm playing it cool.

And there's one more, who I respect too much to reduce to three or four lines of text in my digital world.

Do you see what I'm saying, even if it's not making sense?

I am panicking slightly--because I know that the Editor believes that we are in a mutually exclusive committed relationship. Damn that C word. Damn it.

There's no tactful way to go about this.

I feel ridiculous: I'm always thinking, "I wish he would just tell me that he loves me...."

I have to leave him. I don't want things to get too serious. And by serious, I mean some kind of deep emotional involvement. I'm fine with being physical.

(Does that sound bad?)

I don't know what to do.