Not my favorite. It seems as though I’ve had to ‘adult’ my entire life. Being perpetually single and *gasp* independent, all of life’s decisions have always fallen squarely on my shoulders. Usually to be addressed straight away
before my senility kicks in and I forget to take care of them all together. I have definite opinions on what is important. On what is right & wrong. About how things should be. Really, I have definite opinions on just about everything. Some things I’m better about dealing with than others as proven by my overly neurotic posts each and EVERY time I meet a guy I could potentially like.
Seeing someone that lives 2 hours away is a bit of a pain in the ass. There’s planning involved for a booty call. I don’t even think that needing to drive 2 hours even makes it a booty call. Anywhoo, I am off to see Mr. OoT again this weekend. I was actually available to leave yesterday to head up there and could spend 4 nights with him before needing to come home. For whatever reason, I just kind of assumed that would greeted with an enthusiastic ‘hurry up and get your ass over here, I miss you’. That wasn’t quite what I got. The ‘plan’ was actually for me to head up tomorrow morning. I never told him I was available to come up on Thursday. When we spoke yesterday he let me know that he has a lot of things that he needs to get done on Saturday and needed to spend some quality time with his son. He loves his son to death and the fact that he’s only in town 2 weeks out of the month means that he wants to spend as much time as possible with him. I entirely get that. Kids come 1st. Always. As it should be. What I wasn’t prepared for was Mr. OoT asking if I could delay my arrival until tomorrow night. Well boo. Like 7pm tomorrow night. That sucks.
While my 1st inclination would be to assume he didn’t really want to see me and that ‘WTF, seriously?’ and then try to change his mind and let him know that I didn’t expect to spend every waking moment with him and was happy to entertain myself around town, I took a step back (here’s where the adulting part comes in) and realized that our ‘dating’ isn’t all that organic. Duh. If he were to be seeing someone that lived in his town, they’d go to dinner, have some sexy time and then he’d send her ass home until the next time. Our dates come with an automatic sleep over and last no less than 24 hours. I guess that’s a lot. Date #1 lasted 25 hours. Date #2 lasted a scant 4 hours. Date #3 lasted 72 hours. For a man that likes his space and commented numerous times on how surprised he was that my being there wasn’t freaking him out, I get that this is a lot. It is. It’s like the date that never ends. Don’t get me wrong, he’s been nothing but awesome since last weekend, but I get it. I really do.
So I agreed. Because I’m mature like that and am trying to be less selfish in my view of things. What he doesn’t know, however, is that I don’t need to be home until Monday. I haven’t told him that yet. I guess we’ll just see how things go with date #4 and whether it lasts 24 or 48 hours. 😉
Have a great weekend everyone!!