So goes my relationship. Boyfriend finally made his way to see me and to risk sounding very mushy...it was wonderful. We've been communicating, which is a big deal because we stopped doing that about 2 years ago. After our very big fight/break up, he did a complete 180 with talking. And so did I. I'm trying to stop telling my mother every thing that happens between Boyfriend and me. I'm also trying to work on being honest and to the point--as opposed to hoping he'll figure things out on his own. This includes me not talking to him like an idiot all the time. The last one is really hard sometimes, especially when he's getting on my nerves.
In return, he's being more proactive with our relationship in general. He lets me know what's going on with him (right now, applying for graduation) and is being open with me about what he's doing with his future. I'm trying to let him do his own thing and not be so nagging--I'll let you know how that works out.
But anyway, he came up for a few days. I'm in a 2 bedroom apartment by myself right now, so we had the whole place for his vacay. We rented movies, went to a family bar-b-que, hung out with some of my friends for a while and when we weren't romping around, we were in bed (ahem, ahem). The last night he was here we got all dressed up to go out to a club. Boyfriend is socially awkward, and got too dressed up (he looked like he was going to church). When I mentioned it, he became super self conscious and finally revealed that he didn't really feel comfortable going to a club. Instead, we walked all dolled up to the local Blockbuster, rented Knocked Up, and watched it in the bed, fully clothed, with a bowl of fruit and a bottle of wine. We hadn't had time to be that romantic in a long time and it was very nice. Today when Boyfriend left, I cried for hours.
Monday, July 7, 2008
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