I just want to get something straight. I hate spring. No I am not some type of evil wretch who despises the sight of gorgeous little flowers spewing metric fuck tonnes of pollen into the air. No , that type of thing doesn’t bother me. What bothers me is the iffiness of spring.
“Will I be hot? Will I be cold? Will I let the sun shine, rain pour, or snow fall today? Maybe I will do two of those during the day and do the other all night. Yeah, that sounds good.”
Stupid spring.
*sigh*
My ex, the recent one, the one that I really liked, the one who I think gave me mental problems for a while, is currently lying in my bed. No, we didn’t fuck… not anally anyway. Not yet, but that will probably be on the table at some point before he leaves.
Him getting here is quite an amusing tale. (Oh and just so you know I am not talking about Jun. He is not allowed within 500 yards of my apartment and 1000 yards of my bed.)
So for the last month i have been trying to meet guys. I have had some successes and failures. One guy I met is pretty cool, but he has a boyfriend in Canada. Another guy I met is pretty nice, but he lives somewhat far away. Lucky, right? Well last friday night as I was planning how to best lock myself in my apartment for the weekend I get a call from my ex about a free HIV testing event that he is organizing and he also tells me about some potential extra work. I thank him for this info and then we shoot the shit for a couple of minutes.
Now this guy is Japanese and in typical Japanese dude fashion is typically oblivious to the problems of his significant other. I know shouldnt make that generalization, but I feel it’s true. While we are talking I think he has a moment of clarity.
He asked, “Why don’t we talk anymore? Are you trying to keep me away?”
I was shocked silent for a couple of seconds.
I have/had been trying to keep him away. I didn’t really expect him to get it. He was supposed to be completely oblivious to my feelings. That was his thing. That is his thing.
“Perhaps,” I thought, ” I’ve been wrong.”
So I invited him over the next day for dinner and conversation. He ended up staying the night and I still don’t have what I want… him. With all the bells and whistles attached.
