Life of a former witch

I've outgrown my wicked witch of the west ways. Reflections of life afterwards, living in the desert with two cats, friends, family, and my hot and cold love life.

Wednesday, November 15, 2006

trying too hard

Mr. Right Here and I went to see Borat tonight. I got there first, so I got the tickets. I was surprised that he wanted to go at the time he was thinking of since he doesn't seem like that much of a night person. Sure enough, didn't want to talk much after the movie. Might go for a hike this weekend, so I guess that'll give us enough time to talk.

Maybe it was because he was so tired, and maybe it was because I pissed him off in text messages this afternoon. He sent me a message saying how he was looking forward to kissing me. I made a smart ass comment to be cute, but he got mad. He wanted me to reciporciate the sentiment.

First of all, I'm new to texting. I don't consider it a way to convey serious feelings. And honestly it scared me a bit because I know that will start serious. And I know that I can get swept off my feet from hormones and emotions.

I texted back that I wanted to try and explain myself. Didn't get to tonight. So if he still wants to get together this weekend, I'll get my chance.

Perhaps because I pissed him off this afternoon, he was very distant. My hands got cold while waiting outside for him, and he made no move to hold my hand going in the theatre. I tried to hold his hand during the movie, but he barely showed interest. I tried to show how much a simple touch like that means, but I don't think he got the idea tonight (nothing vulgar, just simple intimacy). I felt as if I was trying too hard and getting nothing back in return.

So I'm going to have to try and explain that to him if I see him this weekend. I got spoiled with Mr. San Diego and his constant showering of physical attention with lots of hand holding, hand on the back, hand on the thigh, etc.


My mom can't help but offer advice. I was floored tonight when she admitted that when she started dating my dad, she was seeing someone else. His response was to offer an engagement ring. She said that she knew she'd have to put up with something with that guy, and not with my dad. So she went with someone that she wouldn't have to put up with anything.

And she asked why I couldn't bring myself to want to move to San Diego. Maybe it's because I feel as if Mr. San Diego isn't offering much in terms of committment, which doesn't inspire me to committ.

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