Tell Them HEY

Helloooo readers! 6 comments on that last post! Wow! Just like the good ol' days!

Last week Wednesday I broke-up-even-though-we're-not-dating'ed with Nice Guy. The phone call took one minute and 27 seconds. So much for trying to be a good person and be concerned about his feelings, all he cared about was getting back his dvds. Which he resolved by saying "I'll be around, I'll grab them whenever."

Friday we had an all-day staff training event and most of us work gals cooked up plans to go out together that night. We went to a drag show in the city, drank, danced, had an all-around good time. I got the 19-year-old assistant teacher to DD for me, which was perfect because the only other girl who brought her car was blacked out by the time everyone arrived.
Since I never get a chance to go out like that, I went all out and looked really, really cute, if I do say so myself [I do, obvi]:
Heading home after the show, I texted the ex-Marine and basically demanded that he come over to JUST SLEEP with me and NOT touch my lady-bits. The capitals were included in the texts. He was a bit confused about the whole business since I'd been telling him I wanted to take it extra slow this time around.

He came by and, much to my surprise, we just snuggled, kissed, and slept all night.
Saturday he took me out for lunch and dinner [I offered to pay for lunch but he refused], we hung out amicably, talking and joking around. We were supposed to go see his uncle's band play in the city, but I pooped out and couldn't get myself amped. He was bummed, especially since I was still telling him that I wanted to abstain from getting down. Somehow he talked me out of my top to give me a back massage, after which I promptly recovered my shirt and passed out.
I honestly don't know how he put up with me, but he seems all too eager to prove that he's in it to win it this time around.

Sunday was easter, and I used all my invites in canon to avoid actually going anywhere. ["Oh, sorry, I can't go to Y, I was invited to X" "Can't make it to X, was invited to Z" "Thanks for inviting me to Z, but I'm thinking I'll go to Y" it's pretty devious] I probably should have gotten my laundry done since I'm rapidly approaching a mandatory commando week, but I puttered around my house [there's nothing I love more than a good putter] and cut my hair, so the day wasn't a total loss.
So that's that. The ex-Marine has been pretty secretive about some big plan he has for this weekend, and I'm excited at best, apprehensive and preemptively pissed off at worst.