He had me come over, and well, I could tell he was sleepy when I got there...and he promptly fell asleep...and I read a book for almost three hours while he slept. It was raining outside, and I love to listen to him snore.
When he woke up, we talked for a little bit...and then I went to get us dinner...and well, after we ate dinner, we didn't really talk much.
I tried to ask him if he was okay with my assuming that I was paying...but I couldn't get the words out right...and he got frustrated....it's like he thinks it's not even worth talking to me...and that makes me sad. When we talked on the phone, it was soooo easy.
Am I wigging out because of what happened?
He has friends coming in, so I probably won't hear from him at all...and I'm not contacting him.
He is gonna have to make some effort. I just can't anymore...no matter how hard it's going to be. I told A. that he is like a drug addiction....and well, if he won't talk to me, what can I do?
I'm so nervous and tongue tied around him...and everytime it seems to get worse. Next week, we are gonna have to talk about that....
I chickened out on giving him the pro/con list of him moving in.
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