Tuesday, February 2, 2010

D. update

D. called a few nights ago to catch up. He says he misses me. I asked him to define what, exactly, he misses.

"Aren't I the lawyer?" he aked.

"But I'm the girl," I responded.

He says he misses arguing with me about culinary issues. He misses my laugh. He misses the comfort of sitting on my couch, just talking. He misses going places with me and showing me off as his date. He misses being around me. He misses being my friend.

"You know, most of those things are more than just aspects of our friendship."

"I realize that."

"This isn't going to work. You can't call me anymore."

"I understand your point of view and validate your opinion, but I disagree. This can work."

"No, it can't. You are incapable of being just friends. Each time you laugh at my jokes, I won't know if it was as a friend or as a lover. Each time you look at me, I won't be able to tell the motivation behind the tenderness in your eyes. And when you're nice to me, or even when you're being an ass and arguing, I'm not sure if you're trying to flirt or just being yourself."

A long, pregnant pause occurred.

"I guess you're somewhat right."

We decided to give it a few months and then reconnect. Then he hung up.

feeling better!

Tuesdays are usually my favorite day; for some reason, Tuesdays are lighter on appointments and deadlines than any other day of the week.

I'm feeling much better today.

R.'s lease is out at the end of the month. This afternoon, I went with him as he signed a new lease at a place very close to my own. It's darling: lots of original 1930s detailing, an open floor plan, tons of square feet.I'm very happy with this development!

Hmm... it looks like it's been a while since I posted about a dating story... will get on that shortly...

Monday, February 1, 2010

I feel like crap

Thursday was the culmination event of months of hard sweat and labor, after which I fell ill. Very ill.

Of course.

And it was R.'s birthday this weekend.

Poor guy was super sweet and kept a constant supply of tea, Mucinex D, and chicken soup on my bed side table, and spoiled Gus with lots of walks and play time at the park.

A gal at work has viral meningitis. If I'm not better tomorrow, I'm going to the doctor's.