Well, I'm officially (though not FBO, thank god) his whatever-the-fuck, and I really think I like it that way. But is he my ---? I had a frickin' strange dream where I was admitting my feelings to a panel of female judges, and I half-awoke and thought I'd said something "incriminating", such as "I'm thinking of being back with..." so I told him, "I'm really glad I'm not with asshole," which I realise now was exactly the wrong thing to say. Or at least it would have been, if I'd been on the receiving end. Anyway, so we're going to cool it off a bit, unrelated to me being an idiot, and I'm going to try to sort myself out. The thing is? I really like this guy. And yes, I made breakfast again. He really seemed to enjoy it, and was rather excited at the prospect of French Toast. I'll need to check recipes to make sure I can make it without any significant fuck-ups. Mkay. Seems clear enough. Whooooo.
By the way, he has no objection to the word "girlfriend," if I don't. And I probably don't, but maybe I don't know.
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