Monday-Almost Over

A million things on my mind, many bad, many if not resolved, really bad.

But a couple positives in there. Sometimes I just have to keep living day to day to keep going forward. Or else I might curl up in a ball and cry.

Friday afterwork I met up with the ‘gang’ for happy hour. The boy met up with us too. Twas nice. Conversation went well and we stayed rather late before heading over to C&J’s for the rest of the evening. Bonded a bit with J, again nice, had not in awhile. Invited to Gray’s nights whenever I have an inkling. While I don’t really watch t.v at all these days, it would be nice.

(while I do watch a couple of shows, like the office, I rarely ever watch them at the appointed time but on my laptop when I have a moment, plus the boy lacks a t.v, internet and a cable connection-plus starting around the time I got the job, I started rarely being home before seven-fifteen if I go home at all-hard to maintain any sort of t.v schedule when you just have to catch up with friends/do your chores/sleep/party/work on thesis/go to family function)

J also informed me I should get the boy to take me to a certain restaurant, which I agreed with and that the true test of a relationship was traveling together for more then a weekend, like her and C, which I also agreed with. As I told the boy afterwards, it just means one of these days we are going to have to take a trip.

The thing that is nice about the boy is that he was already an old friend of D’s. He told us that me and him getting together, it felt like his two worlds were coming together. Which is true I suppose. Of course both B and D want to take credit for us getting together and a long somewhat drunken debate was held on this. It was not resolved and both continue to take credit. The boy insists he gets credit, which I disagree with as he did take his time. Anyways, the point is well, that so far it has worked okay. We even possibly want to take wine courses and dance lessons of all things. Dear lord. No. I am not turning into one of ‘those’ couples.

After C&J’s dropped by the parents place to gather up my stuff, then headed back to the boy’s place and just crashed.

Saturday he had a presentation in the morning and I was utterly lazy and just lounged around. We ran some errands in the afternoon and got the fixings for his infamous pizza. More about said pizza later. We also grabbed some wine for a wine and cheese thing for acquaintances of mine which was lovely. Is there a better combination then wine, cheese and interesting conversation? Oh and shots of very old cognac and vodka aged in a bottle with a pear? Or the boy, the poor boy having to help me to bed as I was a wee bit tipsy. Well he did find it rather amusing.

For brunch on Sunday we made our now favourite pizza ever. Dough from the Italian store, then instead of a tomato sauce base, we use cut up romaine tomatoes, pesto, mozzarella but not too much, a spicey Italian meat, maybe a couple of olives, a bit of olive oil and voila, best pizza ever. I have discovered with pizza the old saying is true. Less is more. I am also finding it handy to have a boy that cooks but in a healthy and random way.

For Halloween we went as the Avengers. I organized a Halloween Potluck at work and won best work appropriate costume. *woot woot* and won some of the tacky glasses I had bought for said contest.(I gave them to the boy as he lacks wine glasses and he had helped me make the taboule for the potluck-helped as in I bought the ingredients and cut the tomatoes and he made it) That night the boy and I had a pre-Halloween/housewarming party at one of his friend’s which was fun. I also crashed the rest of the weekend at his place. Which of course meant yummy fresh bread and cheese for brunch. The next night we first went to Russian friend’s place for her Halloween party followed by his friend’s party, which we stayed to what was utterly late and I have no idea what time we left except we realized this past weekend we drank a lot more vodka then we thought we had. Sunday we had yet another party to go to, a ‘thirty is the new sixty’ or ‘sixty is the new thirty’ party for one of his friends. We chose not to dress up and did not stay too long. More a social obligation then anything for him.

I briefly met his father when dropping by last week which was alright. Brief hello, in and out. This week am meeting his mother, grandmother, step-brothers and aunt and uncle, possibly more family. *sigh* Really do want to avoid this but alas no. As he has spent an evening with my parents, it is only fair. I just keep saying, woah, is this not too soon? Everyone apparently disagrees with me. They suck. My mother has also started inviting him to Sunday dinners. So far he has not been able to legitimately make them but alas, I think this is soon to end. Plus, what kind of comments are,
‘Your father enjoyed talking to him, he said he wasn’t just a little boyfriend or a girlfriend but he felt like he was talking to an adult.’
‘Mother-he is thirty, he is an adult.’
‘Yes but this is different’
‘Wha…? How so?’

A gala thing coming up in a month for a board the boy is on. A gala. What on earth does one wear to such things.

I suppose I fear we are moving too fast. Of course when I mention this, my friends ask, who defines as what is too fast? Me! On the other hand, it is nice to have a boy around sometimes. To be secure in a committed relationship. To have regular sex. To have someone to go to friend’s events. To have someone give you a ride. After years of complaining about being the ‘single girl’ at every single thing I was going to, I am no longer it.(or more clearly I have someone I can rely on to go to these things with) No idea where this is going and I am trying to not overthink it, like I do everything else. *trying* being the operative word. Again, this whole commitment thing…sometime I do freak that I will never again be able to go to the bar, eye up the boys and let possibilities happen. Then again, I do have almost guaranteed sex that night anyways. It’s not like I’m going to give up going out with the girls to the bar…but hey if at the end of the night he wants to pick my tipsy self up from the bar, fine with me.

And hey, a snuggle buddy during a long cold winter is always a plus.
Note to self. Avoid writing about said boy in gushy ways in the future. Refuse to become annoying. I am giving myself some allowances as this is early in the relationship and what is considered the ‘honeymoon phase’ and I have not been in a committed, proper relationship in years…but that is it!

Right. Go to gym. Finish argument for new records system at work and review files. Get the required five pages done on thesis.

Sleep.