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Fuzzy started work. I was and still am very happy for him, it's a great job and I never would have dreamt that he would have found one that fit him so well. But I'm becoming quickly dissatisfied for the sole reason that we don't get to hang out as much as I would like. Yeah, I realized that it would happen and that we should "make time" but that's more difficult that I imagined.
We don't share a lot of activities together. He likes sports and I hate them. I like to read but that's not exactly an activity that we can share. There are other instances but I don't feel like typing them all out. The fact of the matter is that we share a lot of common ideas, dreams, etc, but none of those are things we can physically do together. Tonight though I had designated through text and suggestion that we spend the night together just me and him. I didn't care what we did together just as long as it was just the two of us. No Brad, no Joe, no Erin. No one but us.
It didn't work out like that. At all.
After work I went to a friend's house to hang out until he got off of work. I hate coming home with nothing to do so I figured it was a sound plan. I called him around 8:30 asking what was going on and surprisingly he answered and said he'd been home since 7:30. "Okay," I thought a bit hesitantly but plowed on. "You still want to hang out, right?" He tiredly acquiesced but said that he was going to take a nap and that I was to wake him up when I arrived. I tried. The only time he really stirred was when I mentioned if he'd like to hang with Brad. Not when I asked if he wanted to take a walk, go out for desert, watch a movie, play guitar together. Only when I mentioned Brad in which he immediately opened his eyes and blearily stated that sure he'd like that and I should call him.
So I'm just going to let him sleep. I'm going to sadly finish typing this, eat the rest of my ice cream, and probably head in too because I don't feel like driving all the way to someone's house to hang with them and not enjoy it. I'm not saying that because I don't enjoy my friends. I'm saying that because I'd rather be spending my night with him like I had planned.
I guess I'm just horrible with disappointment.
We don't share a lot of activities together. He likes sports and I hate them. I like to read but that's not exactly an activity that we can share. There are other instances but I don't feel like typing them all out. The fact of the matter is that we share a lot of common ideas, dreams, etc, but none of those are things we can physically do together. Tonight though I had designated through text and suggestion that we spend the night together just me and him. I didn't care what we did together just as long as it was just the two of us. No Brad, no Joe, no Erin. No one but us.
It didn't work out like that. At all.
After work I went to a friend's house to hang out until he got off of work. I hate coming home with nothing to do so I figured it was a sound plan. I called him around 8:30 asking what was going on and surprisingly he answered and said he'd been home since 7:30. "Okay," I thought a bit hesitantly but plowed on. "You still want to hang out, right?" He tiredly acquiesced but said that he was going to take a nap and that I was to wake him up when I arrived. I tried. The only time he really stirred was when I mentioned if he'd like to hang with Brad. Not when I asked if he wanted to take a walk, go out for desert, watch a movie, play guitar together. Only when I mentioned Brad in which he immediately opened his eyes and blearily stated that sure he'd like that and I should call him.
So I'm just going to let him sleep. I'm going to sadly finish typing this, eat the rest of my ice cream, and probably head in too because I don't feel like driving all the way to someone's house to hang with them and not enjoy it. I'm not saying that because I don't enjoy my friends. I'm saying that because I'd rather be spending my night with him like I had planned.
I guess I'm just horrible with disappointment.