He brought him to pick up an old couch for me. I told him he didn't need to, and I could easily help lift it, but he brought him anyway. We discussed - I said I didn't think he'd be comfortable doing that, and he laughed and said "why wouldn't I want you to meet my friends?" I definitely thought he'd be embarrassed...
Oddly enough, I liked him too. That surprised me. He was quiet and shy, very polite, and though I already knew "he" makes me laugh, the two of them together was hilarious. They were at my house a total of 2.5 hours, and we had fun... they were helping move a ton of furniture, but still fun.
Weird stuff going on here. I like it.
And never grow a wishbone, daughter, where your backbone ought to be. ― Sarah McMane
In a good place with this, even though I know that to many others, it would seem really dysfunctional. I have no idea how it will end, although I'm sure it will at some point. I would say that's the only thing that bothers me sometimes - I am extremely analytical and I think about that a lot. I care and he cares, but it just can't go anywhere or be long term... well a year so far - I guess it could be long term, but not too serious. It just would never work... so I think it will hurt at some point (endings always hurt for someone though, don't they), but I try to just take it for what it is NOW - and it's ok... Not perfect, but good
