I'm pretty much the same as you, except that my own homosexual dalliance turns out to have been the only 'true love story' of my existence. Nevertheless, I, like you, adhere to feminine canons of beauty and don't think I'll be out 'cottaging' for another boy soon. Co-dependancy is the problem, and it's a distaste for this particular weakness which has inoculated me against the 'eternal springing' of 'hope'. I meet nice women all the time (increasingly too young, it seems... "time's arrow" and all that) and have even been chased-down in the last few years, but the idea of trips to the supermarket, regular shared meals and the dynamics of moods is enough to have me nailing the door shut. I suppose with a bedroom at each end of a large house, of which some formally defined shared spaces could be deliniated for use on a strictly optional basis... Be it known that I like to sleep alone, and 'company' is so nice when it's chosen... Problem is, when it isn't, it's war.

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