Three weeks in the new house and I finally decided it was time to venture out and go hang out with Lester. He has been fantastic about understanding my need to get everything settled in. It wasn’t that long ago that he was moving back into his place and I had to spend countless hours helping him paint, so it was fair he spend my first couple of weeks here.
The house is mostly put together and I can make a full meal without asking where a pan is or where the bottle of cut chives are at. Because I am so settled in, it’s hard to want to ever leave. The fact that I have had this retched cough for two weeks, doesn’t make it any better.
My friend and I have been talking about relationships. The topic of moving in together had come up and I said that there is a good chance that we will be one of those couples that never live together. Maybe that is why I still love him so much, I don’t live with him.
We are fine together when we spend the weekend together. He bitches about how I do something and I tell him to shut the fuck up. He laughs at me and keeps bitching and I keep telling him to shut the fuck up and if he doesn’t stop I am not going to do that thing he likes. If he continues to pick at the subject, I punch him in the throat to watch him cry and then I post the pictures on facebook.
It was nice to hang out with him on his turf though. He had spent some time cleaning out his shop and I enjoyed sitting there watching my man play with his wood. :)