Holiday from Real
So, Joey and I are over, yadda, yadda, yadda, poor me, etc.
I was surprised, hurt, shocked, all the normal emotions... including (and especially) wrath. We've since talked, and instead of ripping him a new one as I would have liked to do, I was surprisingly civil, which he was quick to point out and appreciate. Anyway, we both came to an agreement that we really started everything out on the wrong foot. We started hooking up and got too physical too fast, and then a month later, we were on summer vacation, over 100 miles apart. Not really the simplest way to start a strong relationship. He thought that the solution to that was to make us official. It wasn't.
We've agreed that we hardly know anything about each other, really. We have a great time together, in bed and out of it, but we never really got to know each other. Yeah, we were friends first, but it wasn't really the kind of friendship you should try to build a relationship off of. So, Joey actually had the idea of us talking a few nights a week, and picking a general topic, or having questions, and really just to start delving into each other. After that, we'll see.
I'm trying not to hold out any great hopes, but I've always failed miserably in that category. I'm hopeful to a fault. I just wish with all my heart that this all turns out well. I'd miss him terribly if it ended up being one of those things where we can never see each other ever again. My life is entirely too complicated.
But, hopefully I'm getting all dressed up for dinner tomorrow with the sisters, so I can't wait for that. And John Henry's murder mystery party was phenomenally fun. And I think I have a small, benign crush. Because who has time for real ones in the midst of all this nonsense?
I was surprised, hurt, shocked, all the normal emotions... including (and especially) wrath. We've since talked, and instead of ripping him a new one as I would have liked to do, I was surprisingly civil, which he was quick to point out and appreciate. Anyway, we both came to an agreement that we really started everything out on the wrong foot. We started hooking up and got too physical too fast, and then a month later, we were on summer vacation, over 100 miles apart. Not really the simplest way to start a strong relationship. He thought that the solution to that was to make us official. It wasn't.
We've agreed that we hardly know anything about each other, really. We have a great time together, in bed and out of it, but we never really got to know each other. Yeah, we were friends first, but it wasn't really the kind of friendship you should try to build a relationship off of. So, Joey actually had the idea of us talking a few nights a week, and picking a general topic, or having questions, and really just to start delving into each other. After that, we'll see.
I'm trying not to hold out any great hopes, but I've always failed miserably in that category. I'm hopeful to a fault. I just wish with all my heart that this all turns out well. I'd miss him terribly if it ended up being one of those things where we can never see each other ever again. My life is entirely too complicated.
But, hopefully I'm getting all dressed up for dinner tomorrow with the sisters, so I can't wait for that. And John Henry's murder mystery party was phenomenally fun. And I think I have a small, benign crush. Because who has time for real ones in the midst of all this nonsense?