11:30 p.m. - 2010-05-10
Bump
-> As in speed bump, not baby bump. <-
Five months, today. Five months of straightforward fun, and love, and all that jazz.
I don't know? Maybe.... Maybe it was just a weird night tonight. Dunno.
He said that he's gunshy about moving in together. Hello? I pointed out that I've never, ever moved in with a guy before. They've moved in with me, but I've been in this house for the past 13 - nearly 14 - years. Don't you think it's a scary thought? The idea of leaving it, and this town, to be with him?
I asked if he thought I'd turn into his ex-girlfriend. He didn't really respond... at least not to negate what I'd asked.
He says he doesn't want to move fast. Um. How slowly are you wanting to move, here?
I thought love is love is love & that this is love. What difference does it make, if we've been together for 5 weeks, or 5 months? Maybe he wants to wait til we've been together for 5 years. Not gonna happen.
Time to take a step back. Stop phoning him. Stop writing him notes on FB. Stop. Just stop.
He kind of hurt me? Maybe drew a little blood?
Then, we had awesome sex. But the sex is always awesome & not the point. And maybe that needs to stop, too.
Maybe I need to not drive out there 2 & 3 & 4 times a week. Cause it's not working, for me. It could work, but not if it'll be all that's going on, for the next 2 or 3 or 4 years.
