party
I am relatively pleased with myself.
Well, she wasn’t at the party. Her boyfriend naturally wasn’t there as well. She told me she wouldn’t go. But she wanted me to know two things:
1.) She got her period.
2.) She wants me around.
I know, I might be just mis-interpreting that from this scenario:
She needs someone to accompany her for an out of town project. It is an unspoken rule that those kinds of things are never done alone. She was going to go at it by herself. She can do it if she wants to but I will not recommend it neither will anyone with any sense. It would be very reckless. I don’t know half of what is needed but being there would greatly help her efforts. Come to think about it, I should have just recommended somebody else to go with her. But I didn’t. I said I would join her. I guess I like feeling needed and significant.
She was sure not to impose. But that’s the danger in that. She unwittingly persuaded me to be her knight in shining armor without even being pushy. I am being paranoid. But I am excited. I want to see her. I want to go out of town. I like those things independently. Yet combining them is not a bad bargain.
I say only relatively pleased because the combination of different charged emotions from that night and previous days has left me reeling like a drunk.
