H was asleep on my couch when I got home after work, so I decided to wake him gently. I sat down next to him and kissed his cheek, kissed his forehead, and lightly touched his arm. Well, H hauled me down and basically attacked me in his sleep. I hadn't expected that...but I didn't exactly complain! H confessed afterwards that he was dreaming he was having sex with me...only to wake up and realize it was true. LOL

H commented that his cat has been much more affectionate in the two days since he was brought over here. The kitty has just been climbing all over me--and H too. The cat is old, and very picky, so I like to think he just didn't like H's roommate. (Yeah, I know, I'm evil...) Probably it was just too hot for him, since H kept the AC off to save money.

He took off after that, said he wanted to do more with his apartment before he went to work.

I was pretty down after he left. I really didn't want him to go... And I didn't have any plans for tonight. BIL2 is in Cancun, my friend's bf is in town, and my other close friend works on Friday nights. (Yeah. Clearly I need to make some more friends. ) But I also knew that I am alwway feeling depressed on Friday night, even when I do have plans. Not sure why that is. So I didn't beat myself up too much over it.

I called H a few hours later, told him I really missed him. He sounded pretty distracted, said he was doing a lot of stuff right then. H did say he was definately going with me tomorrow. ( ) I think if I had pushed and we'd had that stupid argument earlier, he wouldn't have agreed to go. I wasn't exactly upset that he didn't talk to me long, it just didn't help my slump. An hour after that, I decided I needed to drag myself to the gym.

That helped. It's amazing how exercise does wonders. I was feeling pretty good, checked my cell and H had called me twice. By that time he was already at work, so I checked my vmail. H had left me the most sappy message--how he missed me bad, wanted to come hold me, that he was planning on coming to spend the night with me, and for me to leave my porch light on. Just a few days ago he had told me not to bother, it wasn't worth the money.

I called him back, and he didn't answer. I left him an equally mushy message. (I'd imagine hearing all of this sap on all of my journals must make some people queasy after awhile...LOL...)

H managed to call me back a few minutes later--he stepped out from work for just a few minutes. After all the mushy ILY's and I miss you's, we straightened out plans for tomorrow. H then asked if I could get my parents' van on Sunday (if I didn't have plans) so we could move the couch from his place to his mom's. He actually said "we." Yeah for progress! H doesn't mind moving with me...and is actually asking me when he isn't even in dire need.

He told me he wanted everything, even the dishes out, except for the bed; that roommate had the majority of her stuff out. I commented it would be like a sleep retreat, and he said that was kind of true.

H also told me roommate was still freaking him out. I think he's afraid she's going to make up some lie or try to do something to upset me. Whatever. Like that tactic is gonna work on me. I've been down this road before. Even if something did happen, it's not relevent to H and mine's new R. And I'm perfectly aware she'd just be telling me to try to drive a wedge between us. Besides...H has been completely honest with me about his past. All of it. He came clean when he did have a PA. If there had been one this time, I think his guilt would have driven him to tell me by now. I'm more convinced now than ever that this girl is nuts...and I'm glad H is finally starting to see it.

I'm worried about tomorrow. But I've decided I'm going picture in my head what I might say to my parents or how I might stand for H in the way that he wants me to. Expections affect the outcome.

[color:"purple"]Nevanna[/color]