The whole J thing had been playing on my mind and I was so looking forward to the theatre that I worried it would be ruined by this whole pre NYE kiss thing, so I invited myself around so we could watch the Charlton/Man U game as I was able to stream the game despite it not being on UK TV.
(The 3-0 score was NOT deserved at all!)
Anyway, the game was good so we only spoke of football and general chat and it was platonic and fine and I decided that we were both slightly regretting the moment of drunken madness and things were now back to normal and part of me was relieved about that and also, a teeny tiny part that I didn't want to admit to, was disappointed.
Anyway, the game was good so we only spoke of football and general chat and it was platonic and fine and I decided that we were both slightly regretting the moment of drunken madness and things were now back to normal and part of me was relieved about that and also, a teeny tiny part that I didn't want to admit to, was disappointed.
Anyway. I rehomed some of the books his ex had left and he insisted on carrying all three of them down to the car for me as you know, I'm a fragile little thing....
At the car he paused and said. "I don't really know how I'm supposed to say goodbye to you now." And I assumed that's cos he normally kisses me on the cheek and hugs me goodbye and he felt it inappropriate now or slightly awkward.
So I said, to do what he felt right and he asked what I meant by that and I realised that perhaps it could be taken another way and got a bit flustered and before I could explain, he's kissing me very thoroughly.
This whole thing is nuts. I feel now that perhaps, he thinks I invited myself around for the wrong reason or that I've led him on.
Theatre next Monday, so we'll see how shit goes down then.....
Theatre next Monday, so we'll see how shit goes down then.....
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