Day 9

Let me just start by saying I hate Cumby's. I do. 9 hours on your feet, when you're back is killing you, not fun. Nope, not fun at all. Eh, at this point, my mindset is that I'll do it for as long as I can, and then I'll just say the heck with it. One day at a time. That seems to my theme this week.

So. Dino. Here it is.

I was still at work last night when my cell phone rang. Guess who. Said he was calling to see how my day was going, and would I like to meet him at the pocket for a couple of beers. I told him that sounded good, and I would see him in about an hour. The first couple of beers were mostly small talk. Stuff at work, with the kids, etc. It was light and easy and I thought it best to keep it that way until he was ready for a more in depth discussion. We did discuss our relationship to a certain point.

Truthfully, I don't remember the conversation word for word, it took place over a couple of hours. The bottom line is this. I enjoy being with him, and he enjoys being with me. I think we both realize that we both have other things in our lives that need tending too. The past couple of months, neither one of us have been great about tending other things.

We did not discuss the situation with Karen in great detail. He knows he needs to deal with it, and put it to a stop. I know he needs to do that. He knows I know he needs too. Really, the only thing in regards to Karen that we discussed was that I know, beyond a shadow of a doubt, that he is not in love with her, he does not want to go back to her, and he's not dating her. And while many people will think I'm crazy and naive for thinking that, it's the truth.

Then we got into a discussion about what I need to do for my computer, how I would have to get the serial # off the motherboard, go to my office this weekend, download a driver and re-install it. Then I was saying how I had a ton of things to do this week and I barely got to any of it because A) I was coming home from work exhausted and b) I spend at least two nights working on the fucking computer.

He said "lets do this, we'll go to your house, I'll get the info and download the drivers at my house tomorrow, you throw in the laundry and then I'll do the cat litter" I told him, honey, I appreciate all that you do for me, but it's ok, I can handle it. I don't want to be one more person that you have to take care of. I don't want my stuff to be one more thing on your list that you have to take care of. I want to be the person that ALLOWS you to relax, and have a few hours of peace.

We did not end up coming back to my house to do chores. We stayed at the bar, had a couple of more drinks, relaxed and talked and flirted. Flirting is nice. I like flirting. We came back to my house, I promptly fell asleep on the couch, and Dino watched TV with Twenchette. He woke me up, because he knows my back is out and he didn't think it would good to sleep on the couch. He tucked me in, kissed me goodnight, and went back downstairs to finish whatevah they were watching.

Yes, he did come back upstairs. Yes, he did spend the night. Yes, I do sleep a lot more soundly when he's cuddled up behind me. Shoot me, I'm just being honest. I got up and went to work, he got up and went to his house to work on his dining room floor. Yes, he is still Dino and he wrote the computer info down before he left. Oy

When I got out of cumby's I realized I had what I needed to get the old computer on line and I installed it. That gives me the ability to go online and get what I need for the other computer without going into my office. I called his cell to let him know he didn't have to waste time down loading stuff. I left a voice message. He called me back 10 minutes later.

He was all excited about how much of the floor he got done with his buddy, it looks great yada, yada. Talked about my day, and told me his plans for the night with the kids. I knew his plans for tonight with his kids, and a family delio. He asked what I was going to do, I told him finish up with the computers and probably be in bed sound asleep by 9.

I have to work at cumby's tomorrow, and he's going to work more on his dining room floor. I may call him when I get out of work and see if he wants to watch the football game, I may not.

One second, one minute, one hour, one day at a time.

I believe it's called dating. What a concept.