It's Complicated
Update needed.
Firstly my birthday. Coffee Boy's flatmate cooked up a storm. There was a crazy amount of food, but a lot of hungry people to munch it all down. Damn that boy can cook. I respectfully drank about 1.5 bottles of alcohol, but wasn't completely trashed, just very happy. The whole night was wonderful. Good company and lots of laughs. Crush's girlfriend had to work, so he came along solo. I had to do a little convincing to my gay friends there that he was straight and to quit drooling over him. Crush was very intoxicated by the end of the evening and insisted the we find somewhere to continue partying when we left Coffee Boy's place.
He staggered down the street with his arm around me (I think as a means to steady himself more than anything, as he was much more drunk than I was), as we tried to find a bar open somewhere. It was fun seeing this different side to him. He is very affectionate and babbles in an old style gentleman fashion when he is drunk. When we passed some groups of other drunk people, he kept telling me that he would protect me and that he'd never let anyone hurt me. In the state he was in, I think I would have had better control of defusing any issue that may have arisen better than he, but he was being so endearing and sweet about it, I let it slide.
After our mission to find a bar that wasn't closed or closing had failed numerous times, I suggested we may as well starting heading home. We made it to the corner where he veered off to his place and he shocked me by fiercing pulling me into a bone crushing hug. He held me there for quite a while, slowly released keeping hold of my shoulders for a bit. He looked like he wanted to say something, but looked down sadly and let go. I asked him if he was ok to get home by himself and he said he'd be ok, said goodbye and walked away.
In the weeks following, everything was much the same as normal until we went to the movies and his girlfriend came with. They were running late, so I was already in the cinema and met up with them after the movie was finished. We went to get some food and chatted on the way. We sat down at the table and then his girlfriend stood up and said she was going to check the tram timetables. I told her that I had my car there and I would drive them home, but she continued outside. Crush and I sat there as he finished his food and she hadn't returned. I asked him where she was, he got up and checked outside. He returned and said he couldn't see her. I suggested that he could call her on her mobile phone, but he shook his head. He was angry that she could have been so utterly rude and decided that he wasn't going to indulge her tantrum. I apologised if I may have done anything to offend her (I couldn't possibly see how), but he said that it was not my fault at all. He mentioned that she is a pretty high strung and high maintenance girl. I drove him home and wished him luck.
Upon our recent pool night, we were discussing the movies and things that we can do and see in coming weeks. Then out of nowhere, he said that his girlfriend doesn't like any of the things he'd like to do. He listed a few (all but one sounded fantastic to me) and said she doesn't want to do any of them, including seeing a Tim Burton exhibition that is on at the moment. I was shocked by that and he asked if I had gone yet. I said I hadn't, but really want to. He threw his hands up in the air, chuckled to himself, shook his head at me and muttered something to himself still looking at me. I had to look away before my face showed the million retorts my mind was throwing at lightning speed. I quickly found an unrelated topic to move on to and things progressed as usual.
I have tried to avoid anything to induce confrontation to his relationship with her. Our friendship is completely innocent (he doesn't know how I feel and I would never force that upon him, especially since he is in a relationship). I am starting to feel like the other woman though.
Firstly my birthday. Coffee Boy's flatmate cooked up a storm. There was a crazy amount of food, but a lot of hungry people to munch it all down. Damn that boy can cook. I respectfully drank about 1.5 bottles of alcohol, but wasn't completely trashed, just very happy. The whole night was wonderful. Good company and lots of laughs. Crush's girlfriend had to work, so he came along solo. I had to do a little convincing to my gay friends there that he was straight and to quit drooling over him. Crush was very intoxicated by the end of the evening and insisted the we find somewhere to continue partying when we left Coffee Boy's place.
He staggered down the street with his arm around me (I think as a means to steady himself more than anything, as he was much more drunk than I was), as we tried to find a bar open somewhere. It was fun seeing this different side to him. He is very affectionate and babbles in an old style gentleman fashion when he is drunk. When we passed some groups of other drunk people, he kept telling me that he would protect me and that he'd never let anyone hurt me. In the state he was in, I think I would have had better control of defusing any issue that may have arisen better than he, but he was being so endearing and sweet about it, I let it slide.
After our mission to find a bar that wasn't closed or closing had failed numerous times, I suggested we may as well starting heading home. We made it to the corner where he veered off to his place and he shocked me by fiercing pulling me into a bone crushing hug. He held me there for quite a while, slowly released keeping hold of my shoulders for a bit. He looked like he wanted to say something, but looked down sadly and let go. I asked him if he was ok to get home by himself and he said he'd be ok, said goodbye and walked away.
In the weeks following, everything was much the same as normal until we went to the movies and his girlfriend came with. They were running late, so I was already in the cinema and met up with them after the movie was finished. We went to get some food and chatted on the way. We sat down at the table and then his girlfriend stood up and said she was going to check the tram timetables. I told her that I had my car there and I would drive them home, but she continued outside. Crush and I sat there as he finished his food and she hadn't returned. I asked him where she was, he got up and checked outside. He returned and said he couldn't see her. I suggested that he could call her on her mobile phone, but he shook his head. He was angry that she could have been so utterly rude and decided that he wasn't going to indulge her tantrum. I apologised if I may have done anything to offend her (I couldn't possibly see how), but he said that it was not my fault at all. He mentioned that she is a pretty high strung and high maintenance girl. I drove him home and wished him luck.
Upon our recent pool night, we were discussing the movies and things that we can do and see in coming weeks. Then out of nowhere, he said that his girlfriend doesn't like any of the things he'd like to do. He listed a few (all but one sounded fantastic to me) and said she doesn't want to do any of them, including seeing a Tim Burton exhibition that is on at the moment. I was shocked by that and he asked if I had gone yet. I said I hadn't, but really want to. He threw his hands up in the air, chuckled to himself, shook his head at me and muttered something to himself still looking at me. I had to look away before my face showed the million retorts my mind was throwing at lightning speed. I quickly found an unrelated topic to move on to and things progressed as usual.
I have tried to avoid anything to induce confrontation to his relationship with her. Our friendship is completely innocent (he doesn't know how I feel and I would never force that upon him, especially since he is in a relationship). I am starting to feel like the other woman though.