I spent Saturday holed up at home. I’m sick. I don’t like being around people when I’m sick. Even when I’m feeling great, I often times don’t like being around people.
Dean missed me and couldn’t stay away. He called first thing this morning. “Hey Baby, you feeling better? I’m going to come over, bring my toothbrush, then just spend the night, ok?” Click.
Gulp. It was 10:30am in the fucking morning. Sunday morning.
I haven’t had a boyfriend in years. I’m not used to this. I like my alone time. I need to ease into seeing someone. I already feel like we’ve spent quite a bit of time together. You know you’re seeing someone when he asks what you’re doing the next day and the next day and the next day. He’s got your schedule down pat for the next week. And you know you’re seeing someone when he’s handing you an extra set of keys to his place and bringing his toothbrush over to yours.
I started to panic. When he came over, I acted quickly. “Sweetheart, how ’bout we grab some brunch, hang out for a bit, then you can go home. Look. No TV. So boring! Plus it’s the Academy Awards tonight. Why don’t you watch the show and you can text me what people are wearing on the red carpet?”
We had our nice cozy brunch, but he came right back to my place, and parked himself on the couch. “Baby, I just want to stay here with you. I don’t care that you don’t have a TV. Why don’t you give me a book to read?”
More hyperventilating on my part. “Dean, the truth is…” I thought quickly. “The truth is…it’s Sunday and I’m going to church in a bit. I know you don’t go to church regularly so you’ll have to leave soon.”
“Baby, you know I’m Catholic. And sure, I’m just a Christmas and Easter guy, but if you go every Sunday, then I want to go too.”
I gave up. “Dean, you’re just saying that now. Look. You can’t come with me. I want you to think long and hard about whether or not you want to go to church on a regular Sunday basis and if you do, then you can come with me next week.” I said this knowing I’d be out of town next Sunday.
With that, he gave me several longs kisses, a big bear hug, and finally, he skedaddled.
What’s a girl to do? I wanted a boyfriend, but don’t want my alone time stolen from me!