Starting on Friday night, Mr. Perfect and I spent an entire weekend together. No breaks, no space, and very little interaction with other people either. We had a wonderful weekend from the time he picked me up on Friday at 5 until he left my house late Sunday afternoon (around 5:30). As if that weren't enough, we also went out Monday night, not 24 hours later, and still I did not feel like I was getting tired of him or running out of things to say. I met his family this weekend, and he spent some time with mine as well. There's not much to say in terms of exciting or interesting or amusing things that are happening, but it's an overall feeling of wonder and amazement at how content I am.
I was talking to a friend today who had talked to another friend of ours who had met Mr. Perfect last weekend. My first instinct was to grill her on everything that the friend said about him, to gauge whether or not she thought he was a good match for me, or if she totally disliked him. My friend didn't have much information about the topic, and I quickly realized that it doesn't really matter to me whether my friend liked him or not, because I like him. I think this is what has always been lacking in my relationships. I've always been so borderline like/hate with the guys I've dated, I've constantly sought the approval of friends and family to tell me if I was right in actually dating the person. With Mr. Perfect, I feel secure in what I know about him to know that he is in fact good for me, at least for right now. I don't need the approval of anyone, and while I would like my friends and family to like the person I am dating, I don't need anyone to tell me he's great, because I know he is.
There's a huge lifestyle change that comes with being in a relationship when you've been virtually single for the past 3 years or so... It probably deserves it's own blog entry, but I am realizing how much time I once had for all the little things in life that right now I'm finding hard to cram in just the essentials. Spending full weekends together is wonderful, and I'm glad that I have found someone that it comes so easily with, however the necessities in life, laundry, lesson plans, catching up with friends, are all harder to find time for. I need to start managing my time away from Mr. Perfect better so I can enjoy the time we do spend without worry.
Tuesday, March 25, 2008
Wednesday, March 19, 2008
Exes and....
Today was one of those days that you always picture in your head. The whole scene of running into an ex and being so much better than you ever were when you were together. That was my day today, except he doesn't know that I'm so much better than I was, that would have required talking to the ex. Yes, the ex I ran into was my boyfriend in high school, so it hardly counts... but he was someone that I had lost touch with and always wondered about. He doesn't have facebook or myspace, and googling his name does me absolutely no good. He was always kind of mysterious to me. I wondered if he was still in the area, and what he was doing with himself and his life. He was the first guy that I ever had any sort of relationship with, the first guy I ever said I love you to, and the first guy anything I did anything intimate with. So, he's left his mark on my life, but seeing him today was the weirdest thing ever.
I have to say that I am very happy with my life right now. I have a boyfriend that treats me better than I ever thought I deserved, I'm happy (enough) with my job and my education status, and even though I'd be happier not living at my parents' house, there's an overall content feeling for my life.
Every Wednesday, my friends and I go to a healthy fast food place after our weekly WW meetings. The owner knows us, the servers know us, we're like celebrities. Or so we like to think. This week we were having our food, and a couple walked in. I turned around briefly and glanced at them. My first thought was, wow, that guy really looks like [high school boyfriend]. I turned back around and said to my friends, I think that's my ex-boyfriend over there. I turned back around and then decided it wasn't him. I wasn't convinced though, so when he went over to the counter to order I could get a better look. Sure enough, it was my ex. With a little bit longer sideburns, shorter hair, and everything else exactly the same. He either had no idea it was me, or did a stellar job ignoring me. I wasn't really going out of my way to talk to him, he was there with a girl, and it was uncertain if they were there on a date or just as friends (they paid separately... that always throws me off!) Once I'm trying to either not notice or really notice someone, I get very self-aware of my behavior and words. I start feeling unnatural and showy, even if I'm not. I figure he MUST have seen me, or he was just really oblivious. We were the only 2 groups of people in the entire place. I thought about going over to say hi to him when the girl he was with went to the bathroom, but he was really not making eye contact at all, so he probably did not want to talk to me. I kind of wish I had, just to say hi, and not be socially weird towards him. It wouldn't have changed anything, it was 10 years ago that we were together, and it's not like there is anything left there attraction-wise.
So, better or not, he's less of a mystery now that I've seen him. A couple of weeks ago, Mr. Perfect met up with me there, and part of me wished that had been the case this week. It's probably better that he didn't, I would have put on a show for sure then. And problems with Mr. Perfect from this weekend have been resolved and rectified... we both overreacted and thought the other was mad. We usually hang out on Wednesday, but due to schedule conflicts, I'm not seeing him until Friday. I'm enjoying missing him this week, and I think it will make our weekend even better.
I have to say that I am very happy with my life right now. I have a boyfriend that treats me better than I ever thought I deserved, I'm happy (enough) with my job and my education status, and even though I'd be happier not living at my parents' house, there's an overall content feeling for my life.
Every Wednesday, my friends and I go to a healthy fast food place after our weekly WW meetings. The owner knows us, the servers know us, we're like celebrities. Or so we like to think. This week we were having our food, and a couple walked in. I turned around briefly and glanced at them. My first thought was, wow, that guy really looks like [high school boyfriend]. I turned back around and said to my friends, I think that's my ex-boyfriend over there. I turned back around and then decided it wasn't him. I wasn't convinced though, so when he went over to the counter to order I could get a better look. Sure enough, it was my ex. With a little bit longer sideburns, shorter hair, and everything else exactly the same. He either had no idea it was me, or did a stellar job ignoring me. I wasn't really going out of my way to talk to him, he was there with a girl, and it was uncertain if they were there on a date or just as friends (they paid separately... that always throws me off!) Once I'm trying to either not notice or really notice someone, I get very self-aware of my behavior and words. I start feeling unnatural and showy, even if I'm not. I figure he MUST have seen me, or he was just really oblivious. We were the only 2 groups of people in the entire place. I thought about going over to say hi to him when the girl he was with went to the bathroom, but he was really not making eye contact at all, so he probably did not want to talk to me. I kind of wish I had, just to say hi, and not be socially weird towards him. It wouldn't have changed anything, it was 10 years ago that we were together, and it's not like there is anything left there attraction-wise.
So, better or not, he's less of a mystery now that I've seen him. A couple of weeks ago, Mr. Perfect met up with me there, and part of me wished that had been the case this week. It's probably better that he didn't, I would have put on a show for sure then. And problems with Mr. Perfect from this weekend have been resolved and rectified... we both overreacted and thought the other was mad. We usually hang out on Wednesday, but due to schedule conflicts, I'm not seeing him until Friday. I'm enjoying missing him this week, and I think it will make our weekend even better.
Sunday, March 16, 2008
Friends and Fighting
I don't want to chronicle all the events that transpire between Mr. Perfect and me, but the important ones I think deserve blogging. Last weekend I met his friends (rather I should say friend, singular, and her friends.) and had a fairly awkward time. I blamed it on the tiredness and lack of food. This weekend, I organized a bowling outing for my co-workers and brought Mr. Perfect along with me. This wasn't just a casual outing of friends, this was a full staff outing with about 35 teachers, administrators, secretaries, and even some of the maintenance crew. And I was in charge of it all, from set up to paying. Mr. Perfect came with me early so I could talk to the managers and get all the lanes set up, we had dinner while I anxiously waited for everyone else to show up. Of course the administrators and staff I hardly know were the first to arrive, and I had to introduce Mr. Perfect to all my principals before any of my friends even got there! I was nervous, and I forgot to introduce him to one of the assistant principals, and I kind of was freaking out the entire time.
Once everyone got there and we got set up, I was a bit calmer but still stressed because of the money situation, making sure everyone paid, so I didn't get stuck with a huge bill at the end with no cash to cover it. I kind of left Mr. Perfect to fend for himself for parts of the evening, and for the most part he did well. He talked to all of my friends and their significant others, and didn't seem to be awkward or struggling to have fun at all. Maybe he's not socially awkward after all? Towards the end of the night I noticed him standing by himself not talking to anyone. I waved him to come over where I was talking to one of the guidance counselors, but he shook his head and stayed put. When I went over to see if he was ok, he said he just wanted to some time to decompress and was fine. My friends from school were all planning on going out after the bowling event, and I knew that Mr. Perfect would not have had a good time if we went. I declined partying further with my friends to ensure we had some time to spend together that night. It was the nicest night we've spent together to date, and he may be close to telling me something I'm not exactly ready for. I don't think he is either, which is why I'm glad he didn't say it just yet. He did tell me that I have a big piece of his heart, which is close enough for me right now. I stayed until about 2 the following day. He drove me home, and we made plans for me to come back again that night for dinner. We were in that place where you enjoy spending so much time with someone that you forget that sometimes it can be too much. I ended up spending more time at home than I planned and was a little late to getting down to his place around 7ish. We went to dinner where we kind of had a weird conversation about our expectations to our first date prior to going on it. Of course, my expectations were low and I was pleasantly surprised. He asked me why I had such low expectations for our date, and I couldn't find the right words to explain it was because he made it very clear to me before our date that he wanted a girlfriend... And now, that's me. Hmmm. I didn't want him to think that I thought he was desperate, so I twisted something around and made it seem like I always have low expectations for dates, which is generally true. Anyway, he said he had no expectations for our date, and was happy with how it turned out. Also that after a month he evaluates the relationship to see if it's something that he can see lasting a while. At first I hesitated because I have a friend whose relationship ended this way, but then I remembered what he told me the night before so I wasn't too worried. He went on to tell me how he thinks we're a really good fit, and sees us being together for a while. I agreed.
Since he had already met my school friends, I wanted him to meet some of my best friends. I arranged for us to go have drinks with my best friend and her fiance, and if I plan to take Mr. Perfect to their wedding in a few months, he needs to get to know them. I could tell he wasn't thrilled with the idea of going out for drinks (he's not a big drinker, and he thought it was going to be a loud party scene), and we kind of had our first fight. It wasn't really a fight, but he wasn't being overly interested and I kind of picked something petty and made a big deal over it. I have the tendency to do that. I got over it fairly quickly though, but he seemed to dwell on it. Drinks with my friends turned out to be fine, and he was able to converse at length with my friend's fiance, while my friend and I talked about girl things: weddings, shoes, dresses, Mr. Perfect. I noticed though that Mr. Perfect was definitely being less affectionate with me, and we hardly talked the whole time while we were there with my friends. He wasn't being socially awkward towards them, but he was being awkward with me. When we left, he walked a good 10 feet ahead of me to the door, and I felt kind of put off by that. We didn't talk much in the car, and he was being defensive. When we got back to his place I decided to just let him be. I changed into my pjs and hung out on the couch until he decided to come over to talk to me. He eventually did, and he said that he was just feeling weird because I have so many friends and he doesn't have any groups of people he considers his friends. I understand this, but at the same time, he shouldn't take it out on me because I do. We talked about it, and things were ok. They weren't great, and compared to the night before, it was probably our worst night ever. In the morning, we went to brunch and things were ok, but far from great. I'm worried that this small event took a big toll on the relationship. I'm wondering if he's still mad at me, or upset with the way the weekend went. I know I'm feeling unsettled about it, and I don't know how to bring it up without seeming like I'm harping on it. I will give it a few days to simmer and settle, hopefully by mid-week things will be back to being perfect with Mr. P.
Once everyone got there and we got set up, I was a bit calmer but still stressed because of the money situation, making sure everyone paid, so I didn't get stuck with a huge bill at the end with no cash to cover it. I kind of left Mr. Perfect to fend for himself for parts of the evening, and for the most part he did well. He talked to all of my friends and their significant others, and didn't seem to be awkward or struggling to have fun at all. Maybe he's not socially awkward after all? Towards the end of the night I noticed him standing by himself not talking to anyone. I waved him to come over where I was talking to one of the guidance counselors, but he shook his head and stayed put. When I went over to see if he was ok, he said he just wanted to some time to decompress and was fine. My friends from school were all planning on going out after the bowling event, and I knew that Mr. Perfect would not have had a good time if we went. I declined partying further with my friends to ensure we had some time to spend together that night. It was the nicest night we've spent together to date, and he may be close to telling me something I'm not exactly ready for. I don't think he is either, which is why I'm glad he didn't say it just yet. He did tell me that I have a big piece of his heart, which is close enough for me right now. I stayed until about 2 the following day. He drove me home, and we made plans for me to come back again that night for dinner. We were in that place where you enjoy spending so much time with someone that you forget that sometimes it can be too much. I ended up spending more time at home than I planned and was a little late to getting down to his place around 7ish. We went to dinner where we kind of had a weird conversation about our expectations to our first date prior to going on it. Of course, my expectations were low and I was pleasantly surprised. He asked me why I had such low expectations for our date, and I couldn't find the right words to explain it was because he made it very clear to me before our date that he wanted a girlfriend... And now, that's me. Hmmm. I didn't want him to think that I thought he was desperate, so I twisted something around and made it seem like I always have low expectations for dates, which is generally true. Anyway, he said he had no expectations for our date, and was happy with how it turned out. Also that after a month he evaluates the relationship to see if it's something that he can see lasting a while. At first I hesitated because I have a friend whose relationship ended this way, but then I remembered what he told me the night before so I wasn't too worried. He went on to tell me how he thinks we're a really good fit, and sees us being together for a while. I agreed.
Since he had already met my school friends, I wanted him to meet some of my best friends. I arranged for us to go have drinks with my best friend and her fiance, and if I plan to take Mr. Perfect to their wedding in a few months, he needs to get to know them. I could tell he wasn't thrilled with the idea of going out for drinks (he's not a big drinker, and he thought it was going to be a loud party scene), and we kind of had our first fight. It wasn't really a fight, but he wasn't being overly interested and I kind of picked something petty and made a big deal over it. I have the tendency to do that. I got over it fairly quickly though, but he seemed to dwell on it. Drinks with my friends turned out to be fine, and he was able to converse at length with my friend's fiance, while my friend and I talked about girl things: weddings, shoes, dresses, Mr. Perfect. I noticed though that Mr. Perfect was definitely being less affectionate with me, and we hardly talked the whole time while we were there with my friends. He wasn't being socially awkward towards them, but he was being awkward with me. When we left, he walked a good 10 feet ahead of me to the door, and I felt kind of put off by that. We didn't talk much in the car, and he was being defensive. When we got back to his place I decided to just let him be. I changed into my pjs and hung out on the couch until he decided to come over to talk to me. He eventually did, and he said that he was just feeling weird because I have so many friends and he doesn't have any groups of people he considers his friends. I understand this, but at the same time, he shouldn't take it out on me because I do. We talked about it, and things were ok. They weren't great, and compared to the night before, it was probably our worst night ever. In the morning, we went to brunch and things were ok, but far from great. I'm worried that this small event took a big toll on the relationship. I'm wondering if he's still mad at me, or upset with the way the weekend went. I know I'm feeling unsettled about it, and I don't know how to bring it up without seeming like I'm harping on it. I will give it a few days to simmer and settle, hopefully by mid-week things will be back to being perfect with Mr. P.
Sunday, March 09, 2008
Bye Bye Blog.
I have a boyfriend. This hasn't happened to me in over 2 years, where I actually sat down, had the DTR, and it resulted in me having a boyfriend without any side notes or stipulations on the relationship. Well, before the DTR, Mr. Perfect actually referred to me as his girlfriend. Last night we went out with his work friend and some of her friends for her husband's birthday. I was being introduced to these friends, and Mr. P hesitated slightly but clearly called me his girlfriend. The social awkwardness was apparent while we were out, but to be honest, I wasn't being incredibly social myself. I was tired and cranky from being up at an ungodly hour for a Saturday (5am), having eaten only one real meal (@ 7am on Sat.), and having run a 5k at the gym (in under 35 mins - a new record for me, which I'm proud of, but it was exhausting!)... all of this contributed to me being not social and not very fun. I should have taken a nap, and Mr. Perfect and I tried to a few times in the afternoon, but we ended up watching a movie, and well.. not sleeping.
My car needs a new rim in the front passenger side. Besides dating, this blog has recently been a good place to vent about my tire woes on my new car. All those flat tires from the time of CK to now have caught up with me, and I bent the rim on the front passenger side, and I currently am riding on the spare. I can't drive over 50 mph on it, and being the gentleman that he is, Mr. Perfect offered to come pick me up on Saturday so I wouldn't have to drive on my tire. He picked me up around 3, and we had a few hours to hang out before we needed to go to his friend's party. At some point during this time I should have eaten a real meal (not just pretzels and jelly beans), and taken a nap, which would have allowed Mr. P to get everything he needed ready for his gift for his friend's husband. Turns out, we needed to be there a half hour earlier than planned, we spent all of our time doing the things neither of us needed to be doing, and we were running late. Once I mentioned that I hadn't eaten anything more substantial than pretzels and jelly beans in the past 12 hours, Mr. P offered to stop and get food, but that would have made us even more late. The place where the party was supposed to be had a power outage, and the party was moved to his friend's apartment. It was fine once we got over the whole social awkwardness that both of us seemed to be displaying. I ended up talking to one guy for a long time about food (note: I was really hungry at this point), and he used to be a chef, so he had some incredible stories. We talked for probably a good half hour -45 mins, and I could feel Mr. Perfect watching us. I tried to signal to him to join us, but he either didn't notice or didn't care. It was fine and I really don't think he was that concerned. But I did feel bad that I was spending more time talking to another guy, and not spending time with Mr. P, when I was there as his guest. After that, a rousing game of Guitar Hero broke out so all conversations pretty much ceased, but I didn't partake. I skipped the birthday cake and I think I actually started to fall asleep on the couch. I'm sure I made a wonderful first impression on his friend.
When we left, I was so tired that the hunger was beyond me. He insisted on stopping at WaWa to get me something to eat anyway and going in to get it while I rested in the car. I don't remember much after getting back to his place, my main concern was getting into bed.
The DTR happened earlier in the morning today. I don't recall how it was brought up, but he did mention how he didn't know if he should have called me his girlfriend last night. We talked about it, and it's official, I'm no longer dating anyone else. Today we spent the day together, and unlike last time, spending over 24 hours together seemed easy and natural. I wasn't getting frustrated or irritated with him, which is a good sign. We went shopping together, I needed new running shoes and he needed new jeans (again). He took me to brunch at a place I had really been wanting to go to, and then we proceeded to go to DSW, Trader Joe's (he had never been), The Gap, Old Navy, and Marshall's. After all of that, I was rather spent. He came back to my place, and I invited him in, knowing full well that both my parents would be there. He met my dad, as he had already met my mom briefly. He didn't stay long, but it was a significant gesture on my part.
Now, the hard part. When do I tell him about the blog? It feels like a betrayal to not tell him, but I don't want him to read it. I don't know if he'd be able to find it if I told him about it... but people in the past have found it relatively easily, and he's not technologically slow. Maybe it's time to call it quits. I'll try to post entertaining or amusing tidbits that may be interesting to blog weekly, but I can't promise anything.
My car needs a new rim in the front passenger side. Besides dating, this blog has recently been a good place to vent about my tire woes on my new car. All those flat tires from the time of CK to now have caught up with me, and I bent the rim on the front passenger side, and I currently am riding on the spare. I can't drive over 50 mph on it, and being the gentleman that he is, Mr. Perfect offered to come pick me up on Saturday so I wouldn't have to drive on my tire. He picked me up around 3, and we had a few hours to hang out before we needed to go to his friend's party. At some point during this time I should have eaten a real meal (not just pretzels and jelly beans), and taken a nap, which would have allowed Mr. P to get everything he needed ready for his gift for his friend's husband. Turns out, we needed to be there a half hour earlier than planned, we spent all of our time doing the things neither of us needed to be doing, and we were running late. Once I mentioned that I hadn't eaten anything more substantial than pretzels and jelly beans in the past 12 hours, Mr. P offered to stop and get food, but that would have made us even more late. The place where the party was supposed to be had a power outage, and the party was moved to his friend's apartment. It was fine once we got over the whole social awkwardness that both of us seemed to be displaying. I ended up talking to one guy for a long time about food (note: I was really hungry at this point), and he used to be a chef, so he had some incredible stories. We talked for probably a good half hour -45 mins, and I could feel Mr. Perfect watching us. I tried to signal to him to join us, but he either didn't notice or didn't care. It was fine and I really don't think he was that concerned. But I did feel bad that I was spending more time talking to another guy, and not spending time with Mr. P, when I was there as his guest. After that, a rousing game of Guitar Hero broke out so all conversations pretty much ceased, but I didn't partake. I skipped the birthday cake and I think I actually started to fall asleep on the couch. I'm sure I made a wonderful first impression on his friend.
When we left, I was so tired that the hunger was beyond me. He insisted on stopping at WaWa to get me something to eat anyway and going in to get it while I rested in the car. I don't remember much after getting back to his place, my main concern was getting into bed.
The DTR happened earlier in the morning today. I don't recall how it was brought up, but he did mention how he didn't know if he should have called me his girlfriend last night. We talked about it, and it's official, I'm no longer dating anyone else. Today we spent the day together, and unlike last time, spending over 24 hours together seemed easy and natural. I wasn't getting frustrated or irritated with him, which is a good sign. We went shopping together, I needed new running shoes and he needed new jeans (again). He took me to brunch at a place I had really been wanting to go to, and then we proceeded to go to DSW, Trader Joe's (he had never been), The Gap, Old Navy, and Marshall's. After all of that, I was rather spent. He came back to my place, and I invited him in, knowing full well that both my parents would be there. He met my dad, as he had already met my mom briefly. He didn't stay long, but it was a significant gesture on my part.
Now, the hard part. When do I tell him about the blog? It feels like a betrayal to not tell him, but I don't want him to read it. I don't know if he'd be able to find it if I told him about it... but people in the past have found it relatively easily, and he's not technologically slow. Maybe it's time to call it quits. I'll try to post entertaining or amusing tidbits that may be interesting to blog weekly, but I can't promise anything.
Thursday, March 06, 2008
Enamored
Mr. Perfect told me the other day that he was enamored with me. I didn't really know what to say to that, but the feeling is quite mutual.
Last night, he met 3 of my work friends. Because I see them everyday, and talk to them more frequently than anyone else, they probably know the most intimate details of my time with Mr. Perfect. I don't mind him meeting them, and he was going to have to meet them next weekend since he's coming to a work outing with me, I figured I'd get it over with in a small setting. All went well with the exception of one of my friends (who we had told wasn't allowed to say anything more than just hi, nice to meet you, very simple/basic conversation because she has the tendency to say things sometimes that maybe shouldn't be. She did fine with the introduction and keeping it simple, until she says "I could say a lot more, but I'm told I'm not allowed to." It wasn't as bad as I thought, because really she could have said a whole lot worse, but I could tell he didn't know what to say to that, and I was clearly embarrassed. I ushered him quickly out and into the restaurant, apologizing on the way...
Dinner was great, we went to the same restaurant we had gone to on our first date. It's become very casual and very comfortable with him. We went to the movies after that, and saw a very bloody No Country for Old Men. It was good, and we both had wanted to see it since it won the Oscar, but I think I spent more of the movie looking away that watching it. My car had (another!!) flat tire (yes, I'm getting new wheels soon.) and he had bought a bike pump at Target that he tried to use to put some air in my tires. That didn't work so he followed me to the gas station, where he proceeded to fix my tire, yet again. We went and got Starbucks following that, and called it a night, relatively early, at 10pm.
I'm meeting his friends on Saturday, for his friend's husband's birthday party. It's going to be a large group of people, and Mr. Perfect has already told me he doesn't like going out in these settings due to his social anxiety (which I have yet to witness) - should be fun.
Sunday, March 02, 2008
The land where the furniture folds to a much smaller size...
Ikea. Mr. Perfect asked me to accompany him this weekend to Ikea to look for some stuff for his apartment. He's just recently moved into his grandmother's house, and she moved into his parents' place. His place looks like...well, it looks like his grandmother lives there. Floral wallpaper, little chintzy decorative things all over the place, baby pictures of Mr. P and his little brother all over the place (actually really cute) completed by the wood paneling on the walls that are not covered with floral wallpapering and family photos. So, really, it's not what you'd picture a 26 year old single guy's place to look like. It has potential though... A lot of potential. His bedroom is almost there, it's painted, he put up chair rail, it looks really nice. But the rest of the place is a hot mess.
Anyway, so we went to Ikea in search of ideas to make his home a better fit for him, and less for his grandma. Shopping for furniture is something I feel that you do with someone after a few months of dating, not really just 2 weeks. However, it was fun and I was able to put my 2 cents in about what I thought would look nice in his house, which sometimes did feel a little awkward. He ended up buying some laundry hampers (on my suggestion) and 2 photo prints and frames for his room, and some elk shaped pasta which we will eat at a later date, I'm sure. Ikea is exhausting, but he figured since we were already in the city, we might as well make a day out of it. We headed over to North Bowl for some bowling, and good food. We took some cute photobooth pictures, which is something I don't do with just anyone. Bowling at North Bowl during the day is a much different scene than at night. Lots of kids and some middle aged men. Interesting combination. After that, we had plans to just head back to jersey, stop at some stores briefly, then back to Mr. Perfect's place for some movies, and a nice night in. Well, some stores turned into 4 hours of shopping. We went to Michael's (I needed a scrapbook), PetSmart (food for my dog), JC Penny and Macy's (looking at more bedframes for his new room), BJ's (bought travel Scrabble), and Target (just for fun - I managed to spend $30 though). I was exhausted and had a throbbing headache at that point. By the time we got back to his place, I was beat. I took some Excedrin and pretty much collapsed on his couch. He cuddled with me and we rented Ratatouille off of On Demand. At this point we had spent over 12 hours together, and things hadn't gotten any more physical than kissing. Of course that changed when we went to bed...
In the morning, he went out and got breakfast sandwiches and coffee, and air for my tires (yes, I still get flat tires on my new car!) I marked papers and did my students' spelling lists while he put together the things he got from Ikea. Putting together furniture from Ikea is something I've mentioned before as being one of the most irritating things to do with another person. Thankfully his were simple and didn't require a lot of work, and no frustration on either of our parts (I was really just observing from the couch anyway). I can tell that he enjoys doing things for me that he thinks I'll like or appreciate. I absolutely do, but at the same time, I do not ask for help easily nor do I often take it when it's offered. I've been so independent for so long that I don't ever ask for help, even from people I know would be more than willing to give it.
After spending so much time with each other (over 24 hours), we were ready for a break. We get along great, but really we've only known each other for 2 weeks. And I have the tendency to get cranky after too much time. He was really sweet and nice though, even when I was being mean and cranky, and trying to pick arguments. That's my sign to go. He drove out of his way so I wouldn't get lost heading back on 295 (I did last time), and we went our separate ways. Of course, we already have plans to go out on Wednesday night for dinner and a movie. Really, even though there's been no DTR, he's my boyfriend. At one point he referred to me as his girlfriend in passing (he was telling me about a conversation he had with a co-worker), but then later made a comment about me not being "his" technically. Neither times were good segues into the DTR, and at this point it seems unnecessary. I'm not dating anyone else (although the lawyer guy did text me this weekend - I didn't respond, and I did talk to the The Chin tonight as well, but we're definitely just friends.) and he's not dating anyone else, he's told me that much.
So, what becomes of a blog about dating when it's just about one person? I've been here before. Had my hopes up, and let down, over and over. This one seems different... but then again, don't they all?
Anyway, so we went to Ikea in search of ideas to make his home a better fit for him, and less for his grandma. Shopping for furniture is something I feel that you do with someone after a few months of dating, not really just 2 weeks. However, it was fun and I was able to put my 2 cents in about what I thought would look nice in his house, which sometimes did feel a little awkward. He ended up buying some laundry hampers (on my suggestion) and 2 photo prints and frames for his room, and some elk shaped pasta which we will eat at a later date, I'm sure. Ikea is exhausting, but he figured since we were already in the city, we might as well make a day out of it. We headed over to North Bowl for some bowling, and good food. We took some cute photobooth pictures, which is something I don't do with just anyone. Bowling at North Bowl during the day is a much different scene than at night. Lots of kids and some middle aged men. Interesting combination. After that, we had plans to just head back to jersey, stop at some stores briefly, then back to Mr. Perfect's place for some movies, and a nice night in. Well, some stores turned into 4 hours of shopping. We went to Michael's (I needed a scrapbook), PetSmart (food for my dog), JC Penny and Macy's (looking at more bedframes for his new room), BJ's (bought travel Scrabble), and Target (just for fun - I managed to spend $30 though). I was exhausted and had a throbbing headache at that point. By the time we got back to his place, I was beat. I took some Excedrin and pretty much collapsed on his couch. He cuddled with me and we rented Ratatouille off of On Demand. At this point we had spent over 12 hours together, and things hadn't gotten any more physical than kissing. Of course that changed when we went to bed...
In the morning, he went out and got breakfast sandwiches and coffee, and air for my tires (yes, I still get flat tires on my new car!) I marked papers and did my students' spelling lists while he put together the things he got from Ikea. Putting together furniture from Ikea is something I've mentioned before as being one of the most irritating things to do with another person. Thankfully his were simple and didn't require a lot of work, and no frustration on either of our parts (I was really just observing from the couch anyway). I can tell that he enjoys doing things for me that he thinks I'll like or appreciate. I absolutely do, but at the same time, I do not ask for help easily nor do I often take it when it's offered. I've been so independent for so long that I don't ever ask for help, even from people I know would be more than willing to give it.
After spending so much time with each other (over 24 hours), we were ready for a break. We get along great, but really we've only known each other for 2 weeks. And I have the tendency to get cranky after too much time. He was really sweet and nice though, even when I was being mean and cranky, and trying to pick arguments. That's my sign to go. He drove out of his way so I wouldn't get lost heading back on 295 (I did last time), and we went our separate ways. Of course, we already have plans to go out on Wednesday night for dinner and a movie. Really, even though there's been no DTR, he's my boyfriend. At one point he referred to me as his girlfriend in passing (he was telling me about a conversation he had with a co-worker), but then later made a comment about me not being "his" technically. Neither times were good segues into the DTR, and at this point it seems unnecessary. I'm not dating anyone else (although the lawyer guy did text me this weekend - I didn't respond, and I did talk to the The Chin tonight as well, but we're definitely just friends.) and he's not dating anyone else, he's told me that much.
So, what becomes of a blog about dating when it's just about one person? I've been here before. Had my hopes up, and let down, over and over. This one seems different... but then again, don't they all?
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