Don't ask, don't tell.
That was all very wacky. Somewhere around Monday, he asked me to pick him up at the airport on Friday. I nixed plans to see Spiderman with Boy Bünd because I knew that Friday night would not hold enough hours (and I figured he would be too tired to see a late movie). Then last night, he gives me permission not to pick him up.
He doesn't ask me not to pick him up; he merely gives me permission not to, explaining that he has other arrangements that would not involve me commuting an hour and a half to two hours at rush hour on a Friday night.
"I would like it if you picked me up. But I would understand if you just want to meet me at my apartment."
Maybe it's not the headtrip I am making it out to be. I recognize it's a very small thing. I simply find such situations immensely baffling.
"We've been talking about me picking you up all week. I want to pick you up."
Then there was a discussion as to whether I was even allowed to hug him at the airport. He made some quip about how a hearty handshake is necessary, but all bets are off once we reach the car.
Fucking military. Has no one heard of the Sacred Band of Thebes?
He doesn't ask me not to pick him up; he merely gives me permission not to, explaining that he has other arrangements that would not involve me commuting an hour and a half to two hours at rush hour on a Friday night.
"I would like it if you picked me up. But I would understand if you just want to meet me at my apartment."
Maybe it's not the headtrip I am making it out to be. I recognize it's a very small thing. I simply find such situations immensely baffling.
"We've been talking about me picking you up all week. I want to pick you up."
Then there was a discussion as to whether I was even allowed to hug him at the airport. He made some quip about how a hearty handshake is necessary, but all bets are off once we reach the car.
Fucking military. Has no one heard of the Sacred Band of Thebes?