Feb. 20th, 2020 11:54 am
Fresh fish
This week started off rough but got better.
Sunday ended positively but I woke up really wanting to stay in bed. It took some encouragement from my Yorkie beau (of whom more anon) to finally throw the covers off. After that, routine took over and it was a typical not-too-demanding day at work.
At some point, I noticed my buddy![[profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
dmlaenker posted a picture of the Mars Cheese Castle, which is only about an hour north of here. I'd had no idea he was passing through. Part of me wanted to reach out, part of me wanted to shrug and say, if he hadn't bothered telling me he was in town, why bother?
But I know he's had a lot going on lately--he'd been posting about raising funeral expenses for a friend of a friend--so I reached out. He was glad because he apparently hadn't lined up a place to stay for the night. "I was going to ask but I didn't want to impose." "It's not an imposition," I told him.
This is a lie, a bald flat-out lie. I don't like people staying at my place. I tend to sleep poorly when they do and I get frustrated at having them under foot. But I have a persistent fantasy of being a magnanimous host who throws open his doors at a moment's notice to friends in need and I decided to cosplay it.
And it probably would have been a successful cosplay if he hadn't brought someone else along. We didn't exactly hit it off; although he was nice enough when we sat down to chat in the front room, I noticed he didn't really look at me. He certainly didn't pick up on the fact that I was yawning frequently. But I didn't start actively disliking him until DM decided to ask me how I was coping with the loss of Monshu.
Keep in mind, I'd just sat that an hour and listened to him talk about his family, his hobbies, his upcoming wedding, none of which I give a fuck about. So what's his response when his friend decided to ask me about my emotional state (presumably in the hopes of understanding better what his recently-bereaved friend is going through)? He closes his eyes and feigns sleep.
At that point, I was more interested in getting him out of my hair than sharing my feelings so I called attention to it. "We should probably get you to bed." So I made a move toward the stairs, but it still took minutes for them to get going. When it was discovered that they didn't have distilled water for their CPAPs, he sent DM to the car to get it. I stood there, expecting him to grab his gear so I could show him the room, but we just waited around awkwardly until DM got back.
I didn't sleep much. First, DM decided to take a fraught call from his boyfriend right outside my bedroom. Then he or the other guy got up a couple times in the night. The next morning, I discovered I was as stressed as I'd normally be before a big trip. I called in, hoping I'd be able to catch some winks after they'd left.
But they slept in until eleven and didn't leave until after noon. By that point, I was beyond annoyed; I messaged three friends just to bitch about their boorishness. Of course I carefully concealed this from them until the moment I left. (I thought about telling DM--I'll most likely never see the other guy again anyway--but he's prone to anxiety already and I didn't want to make it worse.)
At that point, the day was shot. I managed a brief nap but not enough to make me want to go back in. My one real accomplishment for the day was finally calling my stepmom and confirming plans for the upcoming weekend. I'd hoped to have a friend over for cuddles but decided I'd be too strung out and rescheduled for the next evening.
Oh, speaking of cuddles, I almost forgot one of the weirdest things: As I was saying goodnight to them at the door to their room, DM came and gave me a lingering hug. (I don't know whether he fancies me, since we've never had the opportunity to explore that, or just likes the contact.) I expected his friend to step into the room and give us a moment alone (which we hadn't had yet); instead he just stood there watching us the whole time.
It felt creepy and possessive. DM later mentioned that they might be returning for IML, with an eye toward staying with me again, but he gave me an out ("I know you usually have a full house"--I don't) and I'll most likely take it unless it's just him coming.
Sunday ended positively but I woke up really wanting to stay in bed. It took some encouragement from my Yorkie beau (of whom more anon) to finally throw the covers off. After that, routine took over and it was a typical not-too-demanding day at work.
At some point, I noticed my buddy
dmlaenker posted a picture of the Mars Cheese Castle, which is only about an hour north of here. I'd had no idea he was passing through. Part of me wanted to reach out, part of me wanted to shrug and say, if he hadn't bothered telling me he was in town, why bother?But I know he's had a lot going on lately--he'd been posting about raising funeral expenses for a friend of a friend--so I reached out. He was glad because he apparently hadn't lined up a place to stay for the night. "I was going to ask but I didn't want to impose." "It's not an imposition," I told him.
This is a lie, a bald flat-out lie. I don't like people staying at my place. I tend to sleep poorly when they do and I get frustrated at having them under foot. But I have a persistent fantasy of being a magnanimous host who throws open his doors at a moment's notice to friends in need and I decided to cosplay it.
And it probably would have been a successful cosplay if he hadn't brought someone else along. We didn't exactly hit it off; although he was nice enough when we sat down to chat in the front room, I noticed he didn't really look at me. He certainly didn't pick up on the fact that I was yawning frequently. But I didn't start actively disliking him until DM decided to ask me how I was coping with the loss of Monshu.
Keep in mind, I'd just sat that an hour and listened to him talk about his family, his hobbies, his upcoming wedding, none of which I give a fuck about. So what's his response when his friend decided to ask me about my emotional state (presumably in the hopes of understanding better what his recently-bereaved friend is going through)? He closes his eyes and feigns sleep.
At that point, I was more interested in getting him out of my hair than sharing my feelings so I called attention to it. "We should probably get you to bed." So I made a move toward the stairs, but it still took minutes for them to get going. When it was discovered that they didn't have distilled water for their CPAPs, he sent DM to the car to get it. I stood there, expecting him to grab his gear so I could show him the room, but we just waited around awkwardly until DM got back.
I didn't sleep much. First, DM decided to take a fraught call from his boyfriend right outside my bedroom. Then he or the other guy got up a couple times in the night. The next morning, I discovered I was as stressed as I'd normally be before a big trip. I called in, hoping I'd be able to catch some winks after they'd left.
But they slept in until eleven and didn't leave until after noon. By that point, I was beyond annoyed; I messaged three friends just to bitch about their boorishness. Of course I carefully concealed this from them until the moment I left. (I thought about telling DM--I'll most likely never see the other guy again anyway--but he's prone to anxiety already and I didn't want to make it worse.)
At that point, the day was shot. I managed a brief nap but not enough to make me want to go back in. My one real accomplishment for the day was finally calling my stepmom and confirming plans for the upcoming weekend. I'd hoped to have a friend over for cuddles but decided I'd be too strung out and rescheduled for the next evening.
Oh, speaking of cuddles, I almost forgot one of the weirdest things: As I was saying goodnight to them at the door to their room, DM came and gave me a lingering hug. (I don't know whether he fancies me, since we've never had the opportunity to explore that, or just likes the contact.) I expected his friend to step into the room and give us a moment alone (which we hadn't had yet); instead he just stood there watching us the whole time.
It felt creepy and possessive. DM later mentioned that they might be returning for IML, with an eye toward staying with me again, but he gave me an out ("I know you usually have a full house"--I don't) and I'll most likely take it unless it's just him coming.
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