I am socially inept. Sometimes I hide this extremely well by faking it, but this is a credit to my acting ability, not any natural erm… ept… ness.
So I am in need of some serious congratulations for totally acing “In-law barbecue 101” this weekend. I managed the whole works - I timed the food perfectly, had everyone coming back for seconds and didn’t send anyone to hospital (as far as I am aware).
Ok, to be awarded distinction I could have possibly handled the chit-chat and offering-of-drinks a little better. But for someone who develops an interesting array of ticks when more than two people are looking at me at once, I think I was head of my class (even if only in a special-ed program).
Oooooooh and I almost forgot… I wasn’t even drunk.
There was another interesting part of my weekend too. This morning I decided to bring up how I was feeling with himself. A brave move I thought, but after the rugby result (that shall be spoken of no more), I figured I had nothing left to lose.
I was surprised by his response. I was fully expecting him to say “yeah, well, I think we should move on”. But I was told that he does like me. Not only that but he loves only me, wants only me and is sorry for being unfair to me. Admittedly he did have a fever… but it felt genuine nonetheless.
I guess it hasn’t sunk in yet because I have adapted so well to the idea of us going our separate ways, that I don’t know what to do with this new information. There were cuddles too which made me realise how much I have missed genuine affection. Have I made enough “progress” yet to let myself be vulnerable one more time…?