KimGordon67
Rampant feminist
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Actually, I gave myself a good weekend of what I guess we call 'self care'. Involving chainsawing up some wood for the fire (this is important because it's getting cold), drinking a bit of wine, some fairly innocent flirting with someone I used to know years ago who's literally on the other side of the world, cleaning the kitchen thoroughly (including the oven), watching three movies, doing some impulse online shopping, and really thinking about some work I'm doing. None of which sounds particularly 'self caring' (except maybe the movies), but I'm always happier when I'm in a clean house, and having plenty of firewood on hand also makes me happy. And I had music on all weekend, which I haven't done for ages. All this kind of reminded me why I like living alone - I had enough contact with people (on Facebook and phone calls) to feel like I'd interacted with other humans, but it was nice to just enjoy being in my own space as well.
One thing I'm quite pleased about is that in spite of the 2+ week silence from the local guy, I haven't been messaging him at all. Were I in this situation a couple of years ago, or even a year ago, he would have gotten half a dozen messages apologising, wanting to know what was going on, trying to explain myself (again, in three different ways), some sent at 2am ... but now I'm just feeling that I explained myself clearly, and I don't need to do that again - what he does with that is up to him.
Well, that lasted another week, and then I just got sick of not really be sure wtf was happening and asked him if I was going to be hearing from him or not. There was little bit of 'yeah, we should catch up' to-ing and fro-ing, and then the next morning (which was yesterday) I just thought 'fuck it' and sent him a 'look, I like you a lot and I miss you being around but things weren't really going so well for me and it'd be good to have actual talk and see if we can sort out something that'll work for both of us' message. Fully expecting him to just say he couldn't be arsed. (I suspect I have a bit of a tendency to push things a bit more than I should to get a reaction - any reaction. God knows why. Maybe that's a good thing to take to the next therapy session.
Anyway, he said yeah, having a chat and some beer and fucking sounded good, but next week because he was mad busy this week. So I took that as a positive and got on with my day ...
... only to get another message a couple of hours later saying he still wanted to talk next week, but if I was up for drinking&fucking that evening he could drop round. So we did that, and it was a heap of fun. We did end up talking about stuff a bit - only because he brought it up, but there's a bit more to sort out. But the hanging out and the sex was just as easy and just as much fun as it always is.
The whole situation is a bit confusing, but hopefully we can put some parameters around it next week. I feel like something 'casual' shouldn't be this difficult, but I also really enjoy him, and that's not an easy thing to find.