Since I publically spanked my lovah for hurting my feelings on Sunday night, it has been kind of up and down. I was busy as hell and he had to get through the graduation on Monday. He was busy and we had some texts back and forth but kept it very civil. There was some friction but for the most part it was okay. On Tuesday, I woke up determined that it was time to pee or get off the pot.
I told him my thoughts after processing for days and days and that it was time for us to do stuff together and for everyone else to get over it. He said he agreed and we would never do that again. I told him that I wanted him to move here because if he is waiting for everyone to be ready, they will never be ready. I don’t mean tomorrow, but I mean it’s time to start considering job stuff and kid stuff and getting people ready.
Me: I mean, if you are serious about me you will start thinking of this. People that love each other want to be together. I want to be with you. If you aren’t serious about me then we can just be friends.
Him: We will always be friends. We will always be what we are, special and us.
Me: Could you just be my friend?
Me: Then get on the stick, dumbhead! Okay well I want us to work on a plan. A global plan of a ‘few years’ isnt’ working for me anymore. Me not being invited to your events isn’t working anymore.
Him: I resent this implication that you think I’m not doing that or that it is any less than urgent to me. I think about you and being with you every minute of the day. I leave you and I hold my breath until I get back and can breathe again.
Me: Awwww, well you seemed to be breathing pretty well at the bar with your ex and her friend who hit on you when you were married. Aw, well, that was sweet. Okay, it’s time then. Put your money where your mouth is. Pee or get off the pot.
Him: “Okay I will. Hmmph.”
So, tomorrow he will be here by about 2 pm. There will be kids tomorrow night because I am on until Friday at 5. I can’t wait to see how it is but I’m also nervous. Will it still be there? Will he see me and think he will NOT pee and will get off the pot instead?
Maybe I’m not worth pee. There is always that distinct possibility.
I’m low maintenance most of the time but don’t go to a bar with your ex-wife and her best friend that hit on you when you were married, because that shit don’t float.
My horns start sprouting.
Also, if there are any men out there reading, do NOT tell a woman that someone hit on you previously, because we will never forget that in a million years. I can’t remember my kid’s names half the time but my mind is a fucking steel trap for that shit.
Anyway. It is going to take more than one margarita.
BTW, the best Twitter reponse I got to my last post, “Remind Me Again, Why Did I Take a Long Distance Lovah?” was this.
Because local ones are worse.
I’ll keep you posted.