Not sure what to say about the shirts. You're looking for a special kind of woman, that's all I have to say.
H says before we tell the kids he would never do anything with anyone in front of them to confuse them. My guess is extended, longing glances might be confusing to them, as would even laughing, sadly, in our case, but maybe I'm giving a 7-year-old's powers of observation too much credit.
I think before I leave I'll mention it to H, see if he's willing to hold off until next week, when we have an appointment.
Hey CVA! I have total faith in *you*, but everyone has different taste. The suits sound nice; "cool t-shirts and jeans" could be anything. What kind of shoes do you wear with the jeans?
I love brown---got me some funky brown striped pants with big ol' wide legs at the feet (see, that's an example of something everyone will picture differently). Okay, how about this: for shoes, John Fluevog. That's my style in a nutshell.
Yesterday H asked if he could have last night (my night to go out), and I said sure, since I'm leaving today. Forgot I'd made dinner plans with my sister. Called him back and asked if I could have 5.45 to 8; he reluctantly agreed (asked me to please be back on time).
I didn't tell him where I was going or with whom, but looked nice and smelled good. He said have fun.
Today he was distant again. I caught him on his way out the door, asked whether he was taking his car or mine to work. (I need his to go camping.) He said his; I asked when he'd be back. I had told him I wanted to leave by 2 (have to drive 2.5 hrs down windy mountain roads, possibly in the rain, and then set up my tent). He said snarkily, "Not by 2. I'll try to make it between 3 and 4," and left.
Now I'm wondering whether my going out has anything to do with his snarkiness. I don't really care, but it would surprise me to think that his thinking I'm "out and about" would affect him. Yesterday he was almost normal, told me about the house he'd seen, etc. Actually now that I think about it, even guessing about this stuff is utterly useless. I'll never know.
And BTW, I left him a note yesterday about the message from someone asking about the car. When I came home last night he'd written at the bottom, "Huh? I'm not selling!" Must've been a wrong number. Imagine.
