Had to run by my parents' house because of a weird car problem, but then I headed home. We decided I would run by my place to change clothes, then meet H for the gym. He called me later because he missed me, and wondered when I was going to be there. I had stayed for a little while to feed the dog and do some stuff around the place.
When I got over to H's, he was wrapped up on the computer. Which kind of irritated me, since he had just called to say how much he missed me. So I went downstairs to watch TV. This has been an effective tactic for me in the past. I used to hang around, waiting for him to "wake up" and give me a little attention. (I only wanted an acknowledgement that I was there!) However, I learned that if I leave the area, H will eventually (usually doesn't take too long) come looking for me. Which fills my emotional need, without me whining or being clingy. It worked again, and H came down a few minutes later, and said he was ready for the gym.
The gym was fun. H spent too much energy jogging, and was pretty tired when we got to the weights. I asked if he wanted to go home, and he said no, he wanted to finish. A little while he said he was out of energy, but insisted we stay. I suggested an energy drink. That helped some.
While we were working with different machines, H started chatting with three other guys. Very street type. One had on a dew-rag and those large, gold chains--the kind that go down to the middle of your stomach. They looked like the kind of guys who would fit right into a rap video. I heard them all laughing, and just assumed they were chatting it up about typical guy things--locker room talk, or tattoos, or something of the sort.
When H came over later, he told me that the four of them were talking about babies. Babies! (LOL!!) ASSumptions...
H then asked me if we could leave. Said he was really tired. I only had a little left to do, and he did offer to stay, but I said it would be okay to go.
H also told me how much it irritated him when xrm would call and wake him up in the mornings because she "missed him." (He said that while he rolled his eyes.) I told H that I tried to be considerate and let him get enough sleep, since he works nights. He told me he doesn't mind when I call, since he likes to hear from me.
As we left, H asked me if I would stay over at his place. Said he wanted to get some stuff done, but didn't want to go the night without me. So we swung by my place to pick up some clothes and my dog.
While we were there, I gave him a big hug, and asked him if he missed living with me. He nodded his head so rapidly I swear I could hear a rattle.
H did tell me that he misses being able to go out with me. Since he works weekends and I work days, there's an obvious clash there. I refrained from pointing out that it's pretty much his doing that we are this way. I could tell it really makes him sad, especially when I talk about plans to go out with other friends or his brother. The couple of times I've had an extra day off, he's managed to find something else to do so we couldn't go out. I think I'm going to try and get him out on a Sunday night, since all the bars close down at midnight anyway, and that wouldn't make me too incapacitated the next day (especially if I don't drink too much).
We also talked some more about how to rearrange my living room. There aren't a whole lot of ways to do it, since it's fairly small. While I was gathering stuff, H was nice enough to shove things around. We decided it looked nice, so I think it's going to stay that way. He keeps emphasizing that it's "my" place, yet he also talks about what to do with some of his stuff there and what he wants to add. LOL. I think it's cute, though.
After we left, while we were driving, H asked what kind of car we should get for when we do have kids. I said I thought we were fine for now--mine would be okay with one kid. H then said we should consider getting something bigger now anyway, to be prepared, since we're going to have several. (Mak, you reading this???)
I voted against a mini-van--too soccer mom. (No offense to stay-at-home-moms/soccer moms, it's just not my style. Kind of like I hate the color pink and things like flowery wallpaper. Just not me.) SUVs got ruled out since they are easier to roll over than other vehicles. I suggest some sort of sports sedan--a larger, four-door car, but that still had some pep to it when you drive. I have a thing for sports cars.
It was late, but I agreed to play some monopoly on the computer with H. These are the kinds of things that are important to him. I lounged on the bed while he ran the game for me, until I was nearly falling asleep.
H did mention that one time, he found xrm wearing a shirt of his. A shirt BIL1 had brought back from the war over Christmas for H, and that H had yet to wear. (Hellooooo, yet another big neon flag that she was waaaay to comfortable with him.) He told me he got mad at her, that she gave some excuse about "not having anything to wear." (H hates it when people get into his things, and she would have had to have gone into his room, his closet, to get that--without his permission. He probably would have let her wear something if she needed it, but the point is that she didn't ask.) And that he felt that the shirt was "tainted" now.
I asked H why he didn't think that was incredibly obvious, and he recited the whole thing about how he was trying to give her the benefit of the doubt. That he knows he comes across as interested in people when he's not, and thought she was the same way. I can understand that, but there are just sooo many things that the more I hear, the less plausible that is. Although he did proceed to gripe about all the things she just helped herself to that were his. (Big pet peeve.)
The whole thing really ticked me off. Maybe because I was tired--I'm grumpier when I'm tired. I should have let it go, but I kept b!tching about it. I need to apologize to him later...
H came to bed very, very late. It was hot, and I remember being sprawled out on my stomach. When he layed down, he put his head on my back. Very sweet. And when I got up, he pulled me down a couple of times. He'll deny it, but he does this all of the time.
It worked again, and H came down a few minutes later, and said he was ready for the gym.
