Fehhh, I am sick! I crashed out the second I got home on Friday and slept until Sunday afternoon [Well, okay, I was awake from noon to 7 on Saturday, but I didn't get out of bed].
Even though I had been complaining about being sick all week, the ex-marine decided I would benefit from his presence from Sunday afternoon through Tuesday morning. Even if Guy's buddy hadn't asked me out, I think I'd be just about sick of him. He got way too comfortable with me way too quickly. Pro-Tip: If I laugh at a fart in a tv show or movie you do not have license to fire away in the same room as me, OR IN MY BED WHILE WE ARE NAKED.
I will say that I greatly appreciate all his help cleaning up the kitchen after I/we cook something, since every other couple I know doesn't seem to grasp the "You cooked, so I'll wash the dishes" concept. And he's definitely top 3 in the bang-bang department, but as Roomie put, "it's easier to find someone who's good in bed than to get rid of someone who's annoying."
I guess the bright side is that now I have an excuse other than "My friend's friend wants to date me" for when I tell the ex-marine he's no longer invited into my house/vagine.
I'm going out to dinner with Guy, Roomie, and Guy's friend tomorrow. Of course I'll probably still be half-delirious and full of mucus, but that's what inner beauty is for, right? First date jitters go great with low fevers.
I have an opportunity at work to work on the summer program [which is new because the center director's son is too old to be in regular daycare this summer] if I can prove that I've worked with "school-aged" children before and have a college degree. Should be easy enough, but I'm having a hell of a time contacting anyone who's been around me and kids aged 5-14 and MY PARENTS LOST MY EFFIN' DIPLOMA.
If you were a hugely expensive piece of paper, where would you be?
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