John-boy
Okay, so John came over yesterday. I must say, the physical side of the relationship is progressing fantastically. (With the exception of a couple of sex-related injuries which sting today [I scraped my toe against something--it's not what you're thinking at all], it was fantabulous). So after a while, we went out to dinner, and I assumed he'd want to spend the night. Well, I wanted him to spend the night, anyway. Well, we got back from dinner and he told me that he was completely beat, and would I be mad if he took a rain check on the movie we were planning on watching at my apartment. Now, he did have an excuse for being tired (other than the one to which I contributed). He'd had a good friend who he hadn't seen in years come visit him the night before, and they had gotten rather more drunk than they should have, and so he was still feeling the effects of it. But on the other hand, he went home at 8:30 on a Saturday night.

(But, he did tell me unprompted that he really liked me and he was the one who asked when he could see me again.)

Argh! If he just weren't so damn formal. I feel like I still haven't gotten to meet the real person yet.

Any thoughts?