Hmmm...no sooner did I post this than H walked in the door. We had a little chitchat and some tea. We talked about the Penguins and hockey. We talked about money. Nothing big, just about when the check from the refi will arrive, the balance in our account right now, etc. I asked about all the gorceries he's been buying, because I know they aren't fo rhim, and he admitted that he's been buying food for those two young men that he's friends with--former students who he's stayed close to for a long time now. The point I wanted to get across was that we need to think about our own needs first, and I think he heard me.
Then he said that he's thought about coming over here a couple of times during the week but thought it was too late and didn't want to bug me. I told him I'm always happy to see him and that later means I have an excuse to pull him into bed with me.
When he left, he said he'd probably be back soon. Maybe so, maybe not. Either way, I'm making myself a nice dinner. Too bad he can't eat any of it--he's doing that weird cleasing diet when you drink salt water and then some kind of mixture of water, maple syrup,lemon juice, and cayenne. No, I'm serious, he is. Sounds crazy to me, but whatever. I'm glad that I'm not a perosn with body image issues, I guess.
