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Specs

My eyes are totally dilated right now, so I can't really see anything well. What's amazing is that I can actually see the strobing of the monitor. This is pretty wicked. Outside in the daylight, everything white is just a big smear with no edges.

I just got back from the eye doctor. Surprisingly, my prescription has not changed. I think that's the first time in years. I still ordered new glasses anyway, because the ones I have are from when I was really broke and took advantage of a special whereby you get two ugly pair of glasses for $60, with exam included.

It was well and damn time to not only get some daily wear prescription glasses that I actually like, but some prescription sunglasses too. My blistering retinas were demanding this. These two pair cost a shitload more than those previous, but oh man are they gonna rock.

After many false starts, I finally had to tell the sales dude that nothing they have in regular glasses frames appealed to me (god, glasses have gotten so boring!), and just show me sunglasses frames, both for my daily wear pair and my sunglasses. Once we crossed that point, things got a lot, lot better.

My regular glasses are a maroon wraparound style that will give me a huge field of vision, and I'm getting them in rose tint to combat the fluorescent light at work. My sunglasses look like, wow, how to describe? Big, heavy, circular, flat plate metal, with lenses that are perfect circles of gold mirror. They look like portholes. I dunno, I'm doing a bad job of describing - will just have to show you when they arrive, I guess. They are gold in color. If they'd come in silver, I would have got them for my everyday glasses.

They should come in within about a week. Whee!

In other news, something wonderful happened last week that I've been wanting to write about but haven't known how to treat. A certain friendship acquired Benefits. Of course, as always, the family and I discussed the possibility long before the friend and I brought it up with each other, and if they'd have had any problems with it whatsoever, it would not have come to pass.

It's also interesting to note that it took the two of us a long time to discuss the possibility as well; the conversation went on for a couple of days. Funny, that I've reached a stage in my life where the subject of sex introduces a great deal of discussion before even the first kiss. That's not a bad thing, just a weird thing for a girl like me. There have been times in my past where a leap into bed was so speedy that not only was no word exchanged, but hardly a kiss either.

However, we're both older and have been through a lot, and it was important for each of us to be sure where the other was coming from. In his case, where he's coming from is complex enough that I needed to pretty much know his life's story, minus any parts of the story that don't belong to him to tell. On the other hand, he's read the entirety of my journal, so he knows how my last 5 years have gone, with ample reflection into my more distant past. I merely needed to summarize where I am coming from, which is a position of belonging to a happy family whom I'll defend to the death, and no desire whatsoever to do the love and romance thing again, outside my family.

One of the things that my friend and I decided on was disclosure, not only socially but also in the workplace. We're both pretty uncomfortable with keeping secrets, and it just makes sense to acknowledge what's there. However, now that we have decided not to keep something a secret, what then? Do we wait for people to clue in and start asking questions? Do we drop a bomb? Do we do a Vegas show routine with sequins and ostrich feathers? I can almost hear the tune...

Guess who's doing who?
You're in for a big surprise!
Guess who's having a-maz-ing sex?
They're dancing before your eyes!

So far we've been going with the context-sensitive dropping hints procedure. For instance, when one coworker teases him about his "bitch nails", he replies, "Well, let's ask the expert. Spring! Do you think my nails are effeminate?"

"Hell, no. Not only do I really like your long fingernails, but all but one of the men closest to me tend to have long nails. So, no, I would say not."

When another coworker says that he wants to be just like my friend, I give him a meaningful leer and say that in order to do this, he'd have to pick up my friend's entire skill set. Insert wicked chuckle.

I still don't think they've caught on yet.

By the way, I'm not mentioning my friend by name just now because we haven't had the pseudonym discussion. He's already established a precedent of using his own name on the net, which generally means I'll use it as well, but it's good to be sure of these things.

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