First, a note of thanks to all of you who offered to kick New Guy's butt for me. It's so nice to know the blogosphere has your back.
I don't think it will be necessary, though, ultimately. We finally stopped dancing around the topic last night, and discussed what's going to happen at the end of the school year. The one certain thing? He's leaving the current job. Which almost certainly means he's leaving town, as well. I can't blame him--he's been miserable in that job, and that's not good for anyone. He's hoping to find something even closer to his kids, and that's understandable, too, of course.
What am I going to do? Enjoy his company as much as possible between now and June. Then he will leave, and I will fall into a deep, deep depression, which I will claw my way out of by doing non-stop theatre and perhaps adopting a second dog. (I seem to be better at finding animals than men, to be sure.)
How's that for a plan?