why don't I listen to my own stories?

[Trixi]

I think I need a Cyrano de Bergerac DB coach to hide behind the corners of my house. I say the dumbest things sometimes!

We were looking outside where there are lots of weeds growing where they ought not and he says "Wow. Lotsa weeds." I say "yeah, I did pull some yesterday" (and I point to the container holding the evidence.) Then he says "At least *you* have something to do here. There's nothing to do at the apartment. It's so boring!" (Here is where I could have used Cyrano) and I brilliantly (not) responded with "Nobody said you *have* to live in an apartment." He chuckles. (But it felt a bit like he also may have bristled.)

Then the following convo
Me "so, I shouldn't get dinner makings for two tonight?"
H "Naw. I have stuff I gotta get done."
Pause while he gets dressed (side note- interestingly, he had brought an overnight bag with clean clothes. When he left sunday it had dirty clothes. Someone must have been planning ahead.)

Me "Did you want to see me this weekend."
H "Maybe."
I give him an "excuse me??!" look.
H (smiling)"yes. I would like to see you at least one day."
Me "hmm..okay. I would like to know which day."
H "Oh. Why?"
Me "Because I would like to know so I can plan ahead."
H "Plan ahead what?"
Me "Just plan."
H "Well...I do want to work on the garage. And the yard needs work. We could work on the yard and that would be some time together."
Me "uuuh huuuh....." (Cuz I am thinking "Whoopdee Dooo-way to court and date me-NOT" But I was good and only thought it.)
H "Let's talk later about when exactly." I completely understood that he needed to get going, so I am not distressed about being put off with regard to this conversation.

So, there you have it.