So I got the drawer. He was uber cute about it. To me, it’s just a drawer. To him, it’s more of symbolic letterman’s jacket. He’s admitted that he’s the ‘girl’ in the relationship and worries all the time about what I’m thinking, how I’m feeling, if I’m tired of him yet, etc….. Kinda endearing. And kinda nice for me not to be the more neurotic of the two. Kinda freaks me out though that he’s seemingly trying to fast forward whatever it is we have going on (more to come on this in another post as this one is already hodge podgey enough)
I met his parents this weekend. Completely unplanned. They invited us over for a BBQ on Monday. Mr. OoT HATES his mother. Apparently she was a horrible, horrible mom. He’s not the only sibling to feel this way. He refers to his mom as ‘his dad’s wife’ or the antichrist. My mom was less than stellar so I get it. He has nothing good to say about her. I feel bad. He loves his dad dearly though, so it’s a bit of a trade-off. He warned me that his mom is passive aggressive and a bit of a hoarder. She was actually fine. A bit neurotic and awkward, but fine. Even Mr. OoT said that she ‘kept her crazy tucked away pretty well.” Anywhoo, I’m sure they loved me. Everyone does. HA! I guess I’ll wait to hear what the report comes in as. I think his hatred of his mom takes up a lot of space in his already overly crammed, never silent mind, so it would be great if he could find some sort of a middle ground.
Mr. OoT and I went to a hot springs on Monday evening. It was okay. I had grand ideas of how amazing sexy time would be in a private hot springs room. Huh, not so much. Firstly, trying to have sex in the water is a bit of a challenge (for many reasons). Secondly, I guess I wanted the water temp a bit too high for my delicate flower of a man, so he was feeling a bit woozy. He was SOOOO embarrassed. I almost felt like shit. Almost. Oh well.
On the way back to his apartment, I was rewarded with a police car siren and flashing lights in my rear-view mirror. Super, you can never have enough speeding tickets, right? To be clear, I WAS speeding. I usually do. I like to get to where I’m going. To also be clear, Mr. OoT HATES cops. Probably as much as he hates his mother. I could tell that he was getting all worked up, so I asked him to please not say anything when the policeman approached. I was driving and it was my car after all. The policeman came to the window and informed me that I was speeding. I was polite and
lied told him that I had my cruise control set at xx mph, so was confused. Mr. OoT began to pop off and I had to shush him. When the cop walked away to run my license, Mr. OoT began a litany of reasons that cops suck. I basically had to tell him to shut the fuck up; in a nice way, of course. After the 3rd time of rewording my ‘shut the fuck up’, he finally did. The cop let me off with a warning (to which I thanked him and Mr. OoT wasn’t happy that I did that) and we were on our merry way again. It could have been worse. I handled it well. I was polite and respectful. Mr. OoT was not. I was pissed. He could have gotten me (and himself) in a lot of trouble. He is seemingly unable to harness his self righteous ideals about things when it comes to deciding the best way to handle a specific situation. Concerning, to say the least.
All in all we had a fun 4 days. I got home Tuesday morning. It was a good time. Although still being the flakey, bad memory having, peter pan (ish) guy that he always was, he’s also super sweet to me. Stay tuned for the ‘fast forward’ and my impending (or not) freak out …………….