Of course, the reason I made the appointment in the first place was because someone I had wanted to be with had asked me what my disease status was and how recently I had been tested, and I haven't heard from him in, well, a while, but ah well. I guess it's ok to be tested, even if there's no real need. My love/sex life is pretty stable. Quiet, but stable. OK, damn near non-existent, but stable.
The main person I was with (not a boyfriend, he's married and not in an open marriage) seems to have vanished at the moment, and I'm more than a little upset about that. He called Friday and left a message that basically said "Don't call home, the number is disconnected, don't call work because today was my last day, and don't call my cell until I call you." Great. Not like he could have mentioned when we spoke briefly the day before that Friday was going to be his last day of work. I knew they were planning on moving to another state soon, but I didn't realize now was soon. When I spoke to him a week or two earlier he said he was packing. I asked if he was moving soon, and he said he was just packing for storage.
Sometimes men really are bastards. Ah well, back to the grind of work.