So yesterday was one Helluva crazy day!! But it was awesome all the same.
I came up with 5 different name options for the new kitten: Onyx, Wicca, Jynx, Ashes and Sweets. I sent them to Firefighter and asked him which was his favourite. This was done on purpose. I had a feeling I might need a tie-break!! The boys were a mix of excited and happy when they got home and found we had adopted a new family member. So I gave all three of them the 5 names to choose from and this is how it went:
Lil One: Onyx
Bad Boy: Ashes
Baby Girl: Ashes
Me: Onyx
So we did indeed need the tie-break. Firefighter had opted for...
Onyx.
He picked at me a little bit because I hadn't told him that I had taken the kitten home, but I guess that's because I still don't know quite what the boundaries are. He had pestered me for a while about getting a dog for the kids. Anyway, he was actually happy about the new addition and grilled me about her the whole evening. He also decided on where she should sleep. My room, lol!
$94 later spent at PetSmart and Onyx now has a potty, food and water dishes, collars and toys and food! We haven't bought her a bed yet as the vet was only 90% sure she was a girl, but we're happy Onyx is unisex enough to keep the name either way. And she's only, approximately 4 weeks old!
Skittish, she hides a lot, but she is starting to come out and explore. She sleeps A LOT. At 4:30am this morning she was wandering around my bed like she owned the place!! I still have some apprehension over how long before she does something to annoy me, but so far Baby Girl is all about the care and keeping of Onyx and the boys have agreed to pitch in.
We will see how that goes...
She has pooped though... once in the guest bath tub downstairs (no one uses it anyway) and this morning on my sectional (that I plan on giving to DoucheBag at some point anyway). <Sigh> Stil working on getting her in the litter box...
Thursday, September 12, 2013
Wednesday, September 11, 2013
Crazy Day! And it's only lunchtime!
My day so far:
6: 45am Made it to the boys bus stop ON TIME
7:10am Dropped Baby Girl at Pep Band practice
Spent 50 minutes at the gym
8:10am Picked Baby Girl up from practice
9:00am Dealt with DirecTV tech and now have 4 working boxes again (YAY!)
10:30am Picked up a new kitten
12:00pm And finally made it to work.
Yes, that's right a new kitten. Me who hates pets... She's so darn cute!! A neighbour found her abandoned in some bushes in our neighbourhood. She's is the tiniest little thing. So I've left her at home with a very excited Baby Girl! It was an impulse, but the kids have been asking, Firefighter has been hinting and ok, so I caved... It's a cat. They're so much easier than dogs!!
And then after work it's pick up the boys, get them haircuts (picture day tomorrow), get them home for dinner and homework, finish the overhaul of their room and then head out for my neighbour's 21st birthday celebration around 10:30pm .... phew! Exhausted much? Yes!!
Tuesday, September 10, 2013
Man Crush LOL
Sooooo... today's post is all about Firefighter, just because this makes me laugh every time it comes up. I tease him mercilessly, but he takes it on the chin.
There is a guy who works at the same company as Firefighter. Not in the same department and in fact, they don't even really have a reason to cross paths very often, but whenever this guy sees Firefighter he stops and chats. He has on occasion made sure that he is in the on-site cafe at the same time and made an immediate beeline for Firefighter's table. He even makes him his 'special chili'...
A few months ago he bought a new TV and asked Firefighter to help him carry it into his apartment. Now we had plans that day, so I said it was fine to wait until he had heard from Friend (we'll call him that, because it amuses me). Friend wasn't entirely sure when he was going to get the TV, so we were on hold waiting for a phone call. Here's where it gets funny. Firefighter would normally tell me that he would let me know when he was done with whatever favour he was helping with, and I think we were going to dinner so it was no big deal to have to wait a lil bit, but instead this time he told me to come over to his place anyway and we would go out from Friend's place.... Safety in numbers, ya think? That's exactly what it was. Every step of the way he let Friend know that we had plans and couldn't stay etc etc.
Now Firefighter wasn't entirely convinced Friend was gay. I hadn't even met the guy and I already knew from what I had been told. And it was easy to see he has a huge crush on Firefighter. His face when he met me was priceless. Firefighter has never introduced anyone he's dating to his colleagues, or even his family, so he gets teased by the ladies at work about me all the time, but Friend was crestfallen to see a living breathing female accompanying his crush. He covered it up well. Was friendly and cordial, even loaned me one of his movies...
So today is his birthday. Last year he bought Firefighter a watch for his birthday. Yeah, that's what I thought. Firefighter didn't realise the implications of receiving a fairly personal, and not inexpensive, gift from another man who was not related to him. On Saturday, he asks me what to get Friend for his birthday, so I go through the usual male gift list: sports paraphernalia, restaurants, gadgets etc. He's apparently not into any of the usual, male-approved gift options... He likes candles and incense, I could have bought him a gift easily if he was my friend, but he's not.... so by Sunday afternoon, we still hadn't come up with anything, so I told him he would have to just go with a gift card. Impersonal, no mixed signals, easy. So he bought him a Tropical Smoothie gift card because that is a place that Firefighter knows he likes to go to.
Firefighter turns 40 in December. I can't wait to see what gift he gets. I may have competition!! And that's a-whole-nother post....
There is a guy who works at the same company as Firefighter. Not in the same department and in fact, they don't even really have a reason to cross paths very often, but whenever this guy sees Firefighter he stops and chats. He has on occasion made sure that he is in the on-site cafe at the same time and made an immediate beeline for Firefighter's table. He even makes him his 'special chili'...
A few months ago he bought a new TV and asked Firefighter to help him carry it into his apartment. Now we had plans that day, so I said it was fine to wait until he had heard from Friend (we'll call him that, because it amuses me). Friend wasn't entirely sure when he was going to get the TV, so we were on hold waiting for a phone call. Here's where it gets funny. Firefighter would normally tell me that he would let me know when he was done with whatever favour he was helping with, and I think we were going to dinner so it was no big deal to have to wait a lil bit, but instead this time he told me to come over to his place anyway and we would go out from Friend's place.... Safety in numbers, ya think? That's exactly what it was. Every step of the way he let Friend know that we had plans and couldn't stay etc etc.
Now Firefighter wasn't entirely convinced Friend was gay. I hadn't even met the guy and I already knew from what I had been told. And it was easy to see he has a huge crush on Firefighter. His face when he met me was priceless. Firefighter has never introduced anyone he's dating to his colleagues, or even his family, so he gets teased by the ladies at work about me all the time, but Friend was crestfallen to see a living breathing female accompanying his crush. He covered it up well. Was friendly and cordial, even loaned me one of his movies...
So today is his birthday. Last year he bought Firefighter a watch for his birthday. Yeah, that's what I thought. Firefighter didn't realise the implications of receiving a fairly personal, and not inexpensive, gift from another man who was not related to him. On Saturday, he asks me what to get Friend for his birthday, so I go through the usual male gift list: sports paraphernalia, restaurants, gadgets etc. He's apparently not into any of the usual, male-approved gift options... He likes candles and incense, I could have bought him a gift easily if he was my friend, but he's not.... so by Sunday afternoon, we still hadn't come up with anything, so I told him he would have to just go with a gift card. Impersonal, no mixed signals, easy. So he bought him a Tropical Smoothie gift card because that is a place that Firefighter knows he likes to go to.
Firefighter turns 40 in December. I can't wait to see what gift he gets. I may have competition!! And that's a-whole-nother post....
Monday, September 9, 2013
Setting the Rules of a Flirtationship
So I came across a pic on Facebook this weekend that accurately describes what Firefighter and I have. It was actually just words: FLIRTATIONSHIP; More than a friendship, less than a relationship. It still feels like it lessens the fact that we have strong feelings for each other, but it's better than "Casual friends" which is what we had previously used.
We had a comfortable weekend though. Some might say almost domesticated. It was my weekend with my sons after three weekends without them, but Firefighter still managed to finagle a way to get me to come over Friday night, ostensibly to set up his new router.... I had only planned to set it up, have maybe one drink and then head back home. But Friday morning he asked if pizza was ok for dinner. I chuckled to myself at his attempt at subtlety. When I arrived at his place around 7 on Friday and asked where the new router was, he grinned and said it was already set up. 'Someone' had told him it was easy... So I asked if it was painful admitting that I had been right, lol.
My usual habit is to drink 2-3 glasses of wine, sometimes he breaks out the Goldschlager, but I had already said that I couldn't stay since Baby Girl was babysitting the boys, so when I had got 2/3 of the way through my second glass and he tried to pour me another, I had to remind him that I had to drive. I was somewhat surprised when he looked disappointed, but I ended up taking a short, post-coital nap anyway. He had made an attempt at sexting this week. He's kinda shy, and my previous attempts have been mostly PG-13, however, by the time 'bedtime' rolled around, to say I was pleasantly surprised is an understatement... the teasing definitely kicked things up a notch!
Saturday was a busy day for me with hair appointments, trips to the mall, cleaning at home and then chasing the kids to get their messes cleaned up, then dinner with Firefighter, my BFF and her boyfriend before we all headed to another BFF's birthday party. Being the 'old folks' at the party, we were both ready to leave by 11pm, so we went back to his place. I tried to leave, but then he asked if I was going to come hangout for a bit, but when we got inside instead of heading for the couch, he headed for the bedroom... I laid fully dressed and dozed in and out for a few hours, he went to sleep. I got up to leave around 2am when he went for a bottle of water. He wasn't pleased when I showed up in the kitchen dressed to leave, which brings me to Sunday...
Football is back and I am oh-so-happy! Firefighter came over at lunch and we hunkered down with chips and dip, wine, etc... The kids had trashed their room and the loft, so I kicked them out. It was a beautiful day with no reason for them to be inside. The early games were kind of slow, so we chit-chatted about the party the night before, his friend who's birthday is tomorrow (will tell you about that), and then some upcoming plans for football games, birthdays etc and how to work out the logistics. It was chilled, and normal, and it was 'we' not 'I' or 'you'.
I know the day will come when we have to make a decision, but until then, as long as we can deal with the 40 minute drive and my crazy schedule, at least we both are happy.
We had a comfortable weekend though. Some might say almost domesticated. It was my weekend with my sons after three weekends without them, but Firefighter still managed to finagle a way to get me to come over Friday night, ostensibly to set up his new router.... I had only planned to set it up, have maybe one drink and then head back home. But Friday morning he asked if pizza was ok for dinner. I chuckled to myself at his attempt at subtlety. When I arrived at his place around 7 on Friday and asked where the new router was, he grinned and said it was already set up. 'Someone' had told him it was easy... So I asked if it was painful admitting that I had been right, lol.
My usual habit is to drink 2-3 glasses of wine, sometimes he breaks out the Goldschlager, but I had already said that I couldn't stay since Baby Girl was babysitting the boys, so when I had got 2/3 of the way through my second glass and he tried to pour me another, I had to remind him that I had to drive. I was somewhat surprised when he looked disappointed, but I ended up taking a short, post-coital nap anyway. He had made an attempt at sexting this week. He's kinda shy, and my previous attempts have been mostly PG-13, however, by the time 'bedtime' rolled around, to say I was pleasantly surprised is an understatement... the teasing definitely kicked things up a notch!
Saturday was a busy day for me with hair appointments, trips to the mall, cleaning at home and then chasing the kids to get their messes cleaned up, then dinner with Firefighter, my BFF and her boyfriend before we all headed to another BFF's birthday party. Being the 'old folks' at the party, we were both ready to leave by 11pm, so we went back to his place. I tried to leave, but then he asked if I was going to come hangout for a bit, but when we got inside instead of heading for the couch, he headed for the bedroom... I laid fully dressed and dozed in and out for a few hours, he went to sleep. I got up to leave around 2am when he went for a bottle of water. He wasn't pleased when I showed up in the kitchen dressed to leave, which brings me to Sunday...
Football is back and I am oh-so-happy! Firefighter came over at lunch and we hunkered down with chips and dip, wine, etc... The kids had trashed their room and the loft, so I kicked them out. It was a beautiful day with no reason for them to be inside. The early games were kind of slow, so we chit-chatted about the party the night before, his friend who's birthday is tomorrow (will tell you about that), and then some upcoming plans for football games, birthdays etc and how to work out the logistics. It was chilled, and normal, and it was 'we' not 'I' or 'you'.
I know the day will come when we have to make a decision, but until then, as long as we can deal with the 40 minute drive and my crazy schedule, at least we both are happy.
Friday, September 6, 2013
The Past in my Future
17 years ago I met a man. We fell in love. And then we separated. We both agree we should never have separated, but the situations over the years have never allowed us to get back together. It's just never been 'Our Time'.
But now he's back. Married. But determined. He does not plan to leave me alone.
Over the last year he has stayed in touch. At times, it's purely sexual. Those times annoy me, but they are becoming fewer. Over the last month, he has steadily reeled me back in to the conversations we used to have. The other day, he pissed me off suggesting that once he, and his wife, move to NC, that I make myself available for a purely sexual relationship. I have it in writing from him so I will always have proof should his wife find out, but it irked me as well.
And then things changed. Wednesday we spoke on the phone for 20 minutes. He's jealous of Firefighter. It's there in the questions he asks about him. He is genuinely concerned for my safety with my ex still floating around. And he's still a sounding board for whatever issues I'm dealing with at home. Ever the sensible, pragmatist who sees things without emotion. Provides constructive feedback that goads me into action.
And then yesterday. Thursday. He wanted to see pictures of my home. He somehow knew I wasn't feeling great. I hadn't mentioned the migraine I've had for the last 5 days, but he still knew I wasn't myself.
So I worked really hard last year to say my goodbyes and make peace with the fact that he was getting married. He invited me to Atlanta with the implication that if I went, he would call the wedding off. And by implication, I mean non-stop bombarding me.... And then when I didn't show, he spent the next 6 months telling me how hurt he was.
This morning he wants to see me.
It never ends. I find a guy I can be happy with, but who doesn't want to be in a relationship, am being harassed and stalked by a guy who only used me to feed his own narcissism and bolster his image and now a ghost from my past won't let me go... Some would find it flattering. I don't. Not really.
Luckily, I'm wiser than I was when I met MyPast. I know just how far to take it. I know how to make him go away. I just can't make him stay away. Not even when I was married, or now that he is married. So he will always be there. We will always love each other. But I have moved on. One day, he will too.
Until then, I have patience.
But now he's back. Married. But determined. He does not plan to leave me alone.
Over the last year he has stayed in touch. At times, it's purely sexual. Those times annoy me, but they are becoming fewer. Over the last month, he has steadily reeled me back in to the conversations we used to have. The other day, he pissed me off suggesting that once he, and his wife, move to NC, that I make myself available for a purely sexual relationship. I have it in writing from him so I will always have proof should his wife find out, but it irked me as well.
And then things changed. Wednesday we spoke on the phone for 20 minutes. He's jealous of Firefighter. It's there in the questions he asks about him. He is genuinely concerned for my safety with my ex still floating around. And he's still a sounding board for whatever issues I'm dealing with at home. Ever the sensible, pragmatist who sees things without emotion. Provides constructive feedback that goads me into action.
And then yesterday. Thursday. He wanted to see pictures of my home. He somehow knew I wasn't feeling great. I hadn't mentioned the migraine I've had for the last 5 days, but he still knew I wasn't myself.
So I worked really hard last year to say my goodbyes and make peace with the fact that he was getting married. He invited me to Atlanta with the implication that if I went, he would call the wedding off. And by implication, I mean non-stop bombarding me.... And then when I didn't show, he spent the next 6 months telling me how hurt he was.
This morning he wants to see me.
It never ends. I find a guy I can be happy with, but who doesn't want to be in a relationship, am being harassed and stalked by a guy who only used me to feed his own narcissism and bolster his image and now a ghost from my past won't let me go... Some would find it flattering. I don't. Not really.
Luckily, I'm wiser than I was when I met MyPast. I know just how far to take it. I know how to make him go away. I just can't make him stay away. Not even when I was married, or now that he is married. So he will always be there. We will always love each other. But I have moved on. One day, he will too.
Until then, I have patience.
Thursday, September 5, 2013
Setting a Precedent...
Had an interesting chat with Firefighter today. I can't remember how the subject came up, but we were talking about gift giving. Last year, my dilemma was different. Our relationship was 'casual', so that to me means that I get out of gift-giving.... however, Firefighter gave me a gift for my birthday, unexpectedly, which meant that I then had to get him a gift for his birthday, which was right before Christmas, so I bought him an inexpensive gift for Christmas and he got me one... then my girlfriend informed me that he had gotten me a Valentine's gift. It snow-balled from there....
<Sigh>
So. My mum has a policy, which I have adopted for myself, because, well it make sense. My older sister, Curly, went through a phase. During this phase she had, oh, let's say around 6 or 7 boyfriends. So to avoid spending money on someone who may or may not make it through to the next holiday, my mum initiated the following:
<Sigh>
So. My mum has a policy, which I have adopted for myself, because, well it make sense. My older sister, Curly, went through a phase. During this phase she had, oh, let's say around 6 or 7 boyfriends. So to avoid spending money on someone who may or may not make it through to the next holiday, my mum initiated the following:
- First year, you get a card (if less than 6 months), with a bottle of booze (if more than 6months)
- Second year, you get an inexpensive gift, usually humourous
- Third year, you're almost family, you get something slightly more expensive, that you can actually use or wear or whatever is appropriate.
- Fourth year, you're family and the gift is probably joint if we're living together or easily shared if we're not... (for Christmas).
So, I haven't really shared my 'relationship' with my mum. She knows I'm seeing someone, but very little else. On purpose. It's casual, not committed so why say anything? Yes, I feel guilty. His family know all about me. And his best friends. Well, actually, no I don't feel guilty. This is what he wants.
Last year, I paid for his dinner at Hooters with his high school buddies and bought him a Cowboys t-shirt. His 40th is coming up and I was planning on either throwing him a nice shin-dig, or buying him the Microsoft Surface that I know he'd love. The $349 RT version, not the $999 Pro.
Anyway, the dark side of me won out today. While talking about appropriate gifts for 'significant' others, I let slip that I follow the same premise as my mum and that those in my inner circle get gifts from Saks. This really isn't anything new to him since I bought his best friends new daughter gifts from Saks and I hadn't even met them... and then let drop that since I've only had 2 boyfriends, my mum has only had to invoke this rule twice for me.
So. My birthday is up first. He is frugal, yet thoughtful and I know he doesn't have the resources that I do, but it will be interesting to see what he comes up with. I sincerely hope that it's not football related. While I do love the Niners, a girl does like to be treated like a girl every now and then. Especially around birthdays and Christmas.... something sparkly, or lacy would be nice... Just saying. My ex failed abysmally in this area. Never planned a party, or even got me a gift that I hinted at for months and months in advance. It was always last minute flowers and chocolates. Even after 10 years.
But then, we're just casual. Who says he has to get me anything?
Tuesday, September 3, 2013
Butterflies
It's been a long time since I've had butterflies over a guy, but this last week has been a little surreal and more than once, I felt like I had a belly full of flutterbys... I don't really get terribly sentimental, as I've said before, but Firefighter stepped up his game this weekend and left me wondering if maybe he is changing his view on relationships.
Friday night I decided to take myself out to dinner as he was going to meet up with friends. I went to my (and now his) favourite steak restaurant. I've taken him there a bunch, but have gone solo or with my sister the last 3 times, which sort of upset him. So I hadn't told him ahead of time, and when he texted to find out what I was up to, he was quietly upset that I went without him yet again. Only this time he mentioned that he was sorry he couldn't afford to take me there more often. I've often wondered if it bothered him that I make probably double (at least) what he makes, but he's a single guy, while I have 3 kids and a mortgage, so it's only more on paper... This was the first set of butterflies. That he cared enough to want to take me places.
We had a date set for Saturday night. I was taking him back to the Wine bar where we had our first 'solo' date. He asked me Friday night if I wanted to come over and spend the day with him first, so I told him I had some errands and would let him know after I got done. It apparently also irked him that I managed to pick up a lawnmower and get it in my car when he had offered multiple times to pick it up in his truck. I can't seem to be less independent. So I got to his around 11am after picking up some lunch and we just chilled with some movies and Duck Dynasty (his new hobby is duck hunting, so he's at level Obsessive with all things hunt related). I napped, lol. Although Duck Dynasty is hilarious and I do enjoy shooting. Targets, not ducks though. Or anything else with a heartbeat. So I had brought a change of clothes to go out and brought the bag in to get ready around 5pm. We decided on a Thai\sushi restaurant for dinner that was on the way. Previously, on our trip to Atlanta, or the beach, he has posted pics to Instagram and left me out of the comments as if he had gone alone. This had sort of irked me. It's usually a sign of where you stand if he's not worried about publicizing that he is out with someone. So Saturday he ordered 'Salmon Lover's' sushi and posted a pic on IG (I must admit, sushi is presented nicely) with a comment:
And then he pulled my usual stunt with the bill. While I was boxing my leftovers (I had enough chicken fried rice to feed a small village), he paid. Second set of butterflies. I fussed at him, since I had asked him out, but he said I could pay for the wine. And then while I was teasing him about balancing his checkbook while still at the table, he said "Well, you have more money than I do, you don't need to worry about it." So, the money thing makes him uncomfortable. I'll work on fixing that.
We moved on to the wine bar, where I ordered a bottle. He was driving so when it came down to who was finishing the last of it, he said I should, but I reminded him that I had to drive home from his place... which is where he laid the smackdown on me. I was informed, in no uncertain terms, that I am welcome (and somewhat expected) to stay at his place, whenever I like. More warm and fuzzy feelings. I was then told to adjust 'my' side of his sleep number bed, which I did and slept incredibly well.
Sunday dawned, he got up and showered first and let me 'lay-in' until 7am, and then we went to church together. The day took a down turn when I got a monstrous migraine after mowing the yard. Yes Baby Girl was supposed to do it, but she bitched and moaned about the heat. So by the time 3pm rolled abound and I had showered and started cooking, I was well and truly on my way to oblivion. By 5pm even thinking hurt, by 6pm I was in my darkened room asking my BFF to look after my guests. At 6:30 Firefighter offered to drive to pick up my sons from their dad and by 8:30, I was knocked out, thankfully. I hate that my cookout had to end prematurely, but given that it's Tuesday and I'm still in pain, it was necessary. Monday was spent on the couch. With Firefighter who had had a shitty morning on the first day of hunting season. Four hours and they didn't let off a single shot.
Over the weekend, his niece and one of his colleagues added me to their Instagram. It seems so trivial, but it's almost like being slowly integrated into his world. It's kind of nice. His 40th is coming up in December and I offered to babysit his friends daughter when (if) they drive up for his birthday. His response "NO! You're not going to be babysitting, you're going to be with us. Why would you say that?" Uh, because it's in December and I have no idea how long he is planning on keeping me around? It's weird planning things with him months in advance under the guise of remaining 'casual'. We haven't spent the last couple of Friday's together and this weekend is my weekend with my boys, which means no sleepovers. He still managed to find a way to invite me over (to set up his new router), which could have been done Saturday before we go to my girlfriends birthday party.
Oh, but he dropped the 'G' word... all on his own.
Friday night I decided to take myself out to dinner as he was going to meet up with friends. I went to my (and now his) favourite steak restaurant. I've taken him there a bunch, but have gone solo or with my sister the last 3 times, which sort of upset him. So I hadn't told him ahead of time, and when he texted to find out what I was up to, he was quietly upset that I went without him yet again. Only this time he mentioned that he was sorry he couldn't afford to take me there more often. I've often wondered if it bothered him that I make probably double (at least) what he makes, but he's a single guy, while I have 3 kids and a mortgage, so it's only more on paper... This was the first set of butterflies. That he cared enough to want to take me places.
We had a date set for Saturday night. I was taking him back to the Wine bar where we had our first 'solo' date. He asked me Friday night if I wanted to come over and spend the day with him first, so I told him I had some errands and would let him know after I got done. It apparently also irked him that I managed to pick up a lawnmower and get it in my car when he had offered multiple times to pick it up in his truck. I can't seem to be less independent. So I got to his around 11am after picking up some lunch and we just chilled with some movies and Duck Dynasty (his new hobby is duck hunting, so he's at level Obsessive with all things hunt related). I napped, lol. Although Duck Dynasty is hilarious and I do enjoy shooting. Targets, not ducks though. Or anything else with a heartbeat. So I had brought a change of clothes to go out and brought the bag in to get ready around 5pm. We decided on a Thai\sushi restaurant for dinner that was on the way. Previously, on our trip to Atlanta, or the beach, he has posted pics to Instagram and left me out of the comments as if he had gone alone. This had sort of irked me. It's usually a sign of where you stand if he's not worried about publicizing that he is out with someone. So Saturday he ordered 'Salmon Lover's' sushi and posted a pic on IG (I must admit, sushi is presented nicely) with a comment:
And then he pulled my usual stunt with the bill. While I was boxing my leftovers (I had enough chicken fried rice to feed a small village), he paid. Second set of butterflies. I fussed at him, since I had asked him out, but he said I could pay for the wine. And then while I was teasing him about balancing his checkbook while still at the table, he said "Well, you have more money than I do, you don't need to worry about it." So, the money thing makes him uncomfortable. I'll work on fixing that.
We moved on to the wine bar, where I ordered a bottle. He was driving so when it came down to who was finishing the last of it, he said I should, but I reminded him that I had to drive home from his place... which is where he laid the smackdown on me. I was informed, in no uncertain terms, that I am welcome (and somewhat expected) to stay at his place, whenever I like. More warm and fuzzy feelings. I was then told to adjust 'my' side of his sleep number bed, which I did and slept incredibly well.
Sunday dawned, he got up and showered first and let me 'lay-in' until 7am, and then we went to church together. The day took a down turn when I got a monstrous migraine after mowing the yard. Yes Baby Girl was supposed to do it, but she bitched and moaned about the heat. So by the time 3pm rolled abound and I had showered and started cooking, I was well and truly on my way to oblivion. By 5pm even thinking hurt, by 6pm I was in my darkened room asking my BFF to look after my guests. At 6:30 Firefighter offered to drive to pick up my sons from their dad and by 8:30, I was knocked out, thankfully. I hate that my cookout had to end prematurely, but given that it's Tuesday and I'm still in pain, it was necessary. Monday was spent on the couch. With Firefighter who had had a shitty morning on the first day of hunting season. Four hours and they didn't let off a single shot.
Over the weekend, his niece and one of his colleagues added me to their Instagram. It seems so trivial, but it's almost like being slowly integrated into his world. It's kind of nice. His 40th is coming up in December and I offered to babysit his friends daughter when (if) they drive up for his birthday. His response "NO! You're not going to be babysitting, you're going to be with us. Why would you say that?" Uh, because it's in December and I have no idea how long he is planning on keeping me around? It's weird planning things with him months in advance under the guise of remaining 'casual'. We haven't spent the last couple of Friday's together and this weekend is my weekend with my boys, which means no sleepovers. He still managed to find a way to invite me over (to set up his new router), which could have been done Saturday before we go to my girlfriends birthday party.
Oh, but he dropped the 'G' word... all on his own.
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