Well, kinda.
At his regular schedule of 5pm, Millionaire texted me to see if I wanted to hang out last night. Seriously, I could set my watch by the guy, it's astounding. If my phone dings within 5 minutes of 5pm, I know it's him.
My patience has been wearing thin with these Rainman-like tendencies of Millionaire. But whatever, I wasn't doing anything else with my night, so why not? Shocking, he invites me over. I had pilates earlier in the evening and was so annoyed with feeling like a booty call that I didn't even bother prettying myself up, I just went as is.
Millionaire broke his ankle two weeks ago and I hadn't seen him since he got on his crutches. There IS something about a helpless man that brings out my softer side and he was no exception. He looked so annoyed and frustrated as he hobbled along that I couldn't help but be a little sympathetic. We were texting so I could find where in his massive house he was and I headed down to his office where he and a few of his buddies/employees were hanging out.
Last night while hanging out with all of them, I realized something: Millionaire is a huge geek. As much as he plays it cool with his big house, fancy cars, and three word text messages, in the end, he's just a geek playing dress up. And I like that. He and his friend got into a big argument/discussion about art and subjectivity and then moved onto religion. It was really interesting to listen to and I agree with a lot of the ways Millionaire thinks about things. And the guy is SMART. He was citing all these Bible references and applying them to modern day Christians' justifications for their behavior to support his thoughts. It was really impressive to me to see the sheer amount of knowledge he has in his head about a variety of things and how clear and concisely he was able to argue his point.
After awhile, we said goodbye to his friends and headed back into the main part of his house. It was close to 11pm and I was NOT feeling like putting up with Millionaire's awkward seduction techniques so I said I had to go. He argued with me that earlier in the night I had said I had to leave around 11ish and it was only 10:45 so I didn't need to leave yet.
Then, I kind of lost it and the following conversation/yellsation ensued:
Me: "Why do I have to leave? Because I'm TIRED of feeling like a booty call!"
Millionaire: "Oh my god. This again. WHY do you feel like a booty call?"
Me: "Because you call me every 2 weeks and we always have sex when I see you. You decide you want to hang out 2 hours before that hanging out is going to take place and I'm just supposed to drop everything to fit into your schedule?! How can I NOT feel like a booty call?!"
Millionaire: "I TRY to see you more than once every 2 weeks but you're always so BUSY!"
Then he started reading me text messages we've exchanged where he asks me to do something and I say I'm busy. Which I explained was because I hate his last minute-ness. Then he tries to pull this:
Millionaire: "You know, I broke my ankle 2 weeks ago and you said that you would come and see me and take care of me. That would've been nice. But then on Sunday I texted you asking if you wanted to come over and you're like, I have plans tonight, pilates tomorrow...how about Thursday? THURSDAY?! If the situation was REVERSED and YOU had broken YOUR ankle and I said I couldn't see you til Thursday, you'd be pissed, wouldn't you?!
Me: "Actually, I don't even think it would've occurred to me to call you and tell you that I had broken my ankle because I wouldn't think you would care!"
Millionaire: "Why would I not care?!"
Me: "Because I think you're only into me for sex!"
Millionaire: "ARGHHHHHH!"
I'll spare you the rest of the boring (loudly yelled) details, but I feel like I made actual progress with him. I explained to him that it made me feel shitty when he wouldn't answer my text messages for 2 days, or that he waits til the last minute to schedule things with me. He, in turn, explained that he continues to call me because he likes hanging out with me, AND he likes sleeping with me and isn't that what two people who like each other and are dating want to do? Lastly,he told me it makes him feel shitty that he's always the one initiating things and his feelings were hurt that I hadn't come to see him right after he broke his ankle.
So, basically, there's a lot of miscommunication between us. I think it's because we're so similarly guarded in our feelings that we just keep things to ourselves instead of saying hey wait a second, this sucks, I'd like this to change. I feel like I have a MUCH clearer idea of where I stand with him now and much less afraid to talk to him about how I feel. When all was said and done he announced, "We are good arguers. That was fun." I agree.
To finish off the evening we had some of that good sex we both enjoy. And then we were laying in bed talking about Christmas and started singing Feliz Navidad.
I kid you not.
I like this guy.
I wanna wish you a Merry Christmas,
LL
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