Coming to You From Type Class
October 30, 2006, 9:37 a.m.
The weekend was ok. The tournament wasn't nearly as bad as I thought it might be- although I only had to play Philip, a guy I know and like, and a girl I kind of know and certainly like better than her husband. I barely had to talk to her husband at all. Philip read my entry about it, and he brought it up to me afterwards. We talked about it, though, and even though I'm not entirely sure how he felt about the entry before we talked (not thrilled, I'd guess), I'm glad he read it. I got to tell him some things it was good for me to tell him, like how feeling like I have to prove my independence to him puts me in this bind. I feel like I have to prove I can be independent, but since I actually AM, I hate doing things from which I get no satisfaction just to satisfy someone else. Which Philip understands, of course. And I told him that sometimes I'm afraid he doesn't believe me that I'm so driven by dislike of social situations- like he thinks I'm using that as an excuse, and I'm actually just afraid. I also reminded him that it's not like I totally refuse to talk to anyone besides him, but Boyd isn't very talkative and sometimes no one is there except the people I don't like. Sometimes, there's no one except him I can be around at all. Plus, I'm usually quite happy to sit and read or something by myself- he's the one who thinks I look dissatisfied. And when we talked about that, he clearly understood how antisocial Boyd can be, and he also understands why I can't stand Corey. (Whose name I think I have been spelling inconsistently, so henceforth he shall be That Asshole). So he was nice about it, and he gets everything. I guess we just needed to talk about it. And I know he's glad I played in that one tournament, and I am too. So hopefully, there will be no more tension around this issue.
I had to work Saturday night, but he waited at the apartment and we had dinner together and then he stayed the night. On Sunday morning when we woke up, I had a message from my dad about how I had to bring teh computer down to Annapolis right away so that it would be fixed. Philip and I weren't thrilled, but I need that computer fixed, and so we went. It took us a few hours because there was a marathon and they basically shut down an entire edge of teh city, but eventually, we went. I had to work Sunday night too so we basically came home and spent a few tired, slightly grumpy hours together and then he decided to go. That's basically why the weekend was only "ok" and not "great"- too much work and errands, too little alone time.
I missed him like crazy last night, but we probably both slept better than we would have if we had tried sleeping together in my tiny twin bed. And we did both need to sleep. So I'm sure he made the right call.
Actually, I miss him now, too, but I'll see him tomorrow after he gets off work. And I plan on calling him around 11 to say hi, and see if he's on lunch break.
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