Matt and I were sick on Sunday and Monday.
Flu, cold, whatever it was, made us sleep for 16 hours straight on Monday.
By Tuesday I was fully functional again.
It's now Wednesday and Matt still isn't 100 % better.

Tuesday I called Matt and asked if he wanted me to bring anything to him.
He asked for tea.
So after my meeting, I arrived at his apartment with tea. He was talking to his mom on the phone when I walked in, and I heard the following from his end:

Matt: No, she's already been sick, she's not going to catch it from me.
(pause)
Matt: Well that's why I asked her to bring me tea.
(pause)
Matt: I did not manipulate her to do it! She volunteered, she's always doing things like that for me.
(pause)
Matt: I do too, do things for her!
(pause)
Matt: I'm not having this conversation right now.
(slight pause)
Matt: No Mom, Mom!, MOM!
(pause)
Matt: Alright Mom, I love you too, bye.

Amusement must have played heavily across my face because when I looked up from making him tea, he immediately said, "Laugh it up."
And I did, from the conversation where he sounded like a 12 year old, to seeing him standing there in flannel pants, a hole-covered t-shirt, hair that was sticking out in every direction, and a nose that would rival Rudolph's, I couldn't help it.

"I hate you," he said in a 4 year old's voice, and then stomped back to his bed.

A few moments later, still laughing, I followed him with tea and another blanket.
"I'm sorry," I said smiling.
"It's fine," he said in a mock hurt voice "My mom wants to know when I'm going to propose to you."

That only got more laughter from my end.
Probably not what he was expecting.

When is it too much?

Recently, I had a domestic day.
Domestic days always come when you least expect it. Most of the time you don't want to do domestic things, but when you want too all of a sudden, it catches you off guard.

Regular Day: Class, Work, food from a box, homework, TV, bed.
Domestic Day: Class, Work, coming home and deciding to make an all out meal, then bake cookies, then clean the kitchen, then clean the bathroom, then take out the trash, then some homework, then TV, then Bed.

I feel like Martha Stewart on those days.

The last one I had, I was at Matt's apartment. It was Thursday.
I called him and asked if I could make dinner at his apartment. He said yes, but that he wouldn't be home for another 25 minutes, so to go ahead and let myself in.
I did, and by the time he got home, I had almost finished up making Potato-Cheddar soup from scratch.
After that I made Peanut Butter cookies.
Then I cleaned up the kitchen.
Then I took out the trash.
On my way to doing that, I found that the bathroom sink was gross.
So I cleaned it before actually taking out.
After getting back from taking out the trash, Matt was sitting on his futon staring at me.
"What?" I asked.
"Thank you?" He said.
I smiled and asked, "Are you questioning the Thank you?"
He smiled said yes, and said in a more sincere tone "I really appreciate all that you do for me."

Did I do too much?
I didn't do the things just to please him, I just wanted to do something nice, and I wanted to eat soup and cookies.
After cooking, I was cleaning all the dishes anyway, so I cleaned the counters too.
I used potatoes which go bad within hours, so I took out the trash so his apartment wouldn't smell.
The bathroom sink was the only added on part that made no sense for me to clean.

Now I feel I went too far in intimacy with him.
What do you think?

Emergency Bar Night.

RHM is an interesting character.
She is not tall and skinny, nor is she girly and sweet.
She's pleasantly plump, 5'2", tomboyish, and a complete bitch (which I love).
And she has a constant stream of men that she sleeps with and talk too.
Most of the time they come over to fuck and then she asks them to leave, occasionally they'll profess their undying love for her and she won't talk to them for a week, and even on rarer occasion they'll come over just to "hang out" but that's only if they are physically injured and she feels lonely.

One of the four men she does this with I do not like, which I shall name SatanicMan
The other three I'm fine with.
SatanicMan loves Satan, he has many tattoos, an ex wife and kid, his job is to make pizzas, and he has no car so RHM always drives down to him for the booty calls. He lives 2 hours away.
I have never said anything about my dislike for this man, it's not my place too. She seems happy just fucking and leaving, so who am I to say "No."

The last time she came back from a trip like this she sat me down, and said "QSW, do not let me go down there again, it is a bad idea, I'm just going to be hurt by him because he keeps telling me he loves me and I know it isn't true."

So last night I come home, I ask her what she was doing for the evening (I had plans on working on homework) and she said driving to him.

"Oh no you don't!" I said.
After talking to her I convinced her to get ONE drink before she left.
Three drinks later she was too drunk to drive and felt like sleeping, she called SM and told him she would not be coming down.
Once we got back to the apartment she thanked me profusely and told me that she was very happy not to be going down there, and then she went to bed.

Even after that, I can't help but feel like a major cock block.

So this weekend was interesting to say the least.

Friday I went out with GH and his new girlfriend, which is my brother's ex girlfriend.
So GH went from dating his best friend's sister, to dating his best friend's ex girlfriend.
Wild.

After dinner with them I hung out with ID and SY and those two again... (they came out later though).

I went home and had a very interesting and drunk conversation with SY.

The next day ID, RHM, FN, Matt and I went to my hometown and visited my parents. The trip is long, but everyone, Matt included, had fun.
I was nervous about the whole thing, but it went off smoothly without a hitch.

Then came Sunday.
We got up, my mother made everyone breakfast, we drove back.
It was ice-y so it was terrifying driving, but we finally made it back safely.
I went home, took a shower and headed over to Matt's apartment.
The Chicago Bears played and won.
We had sex and ate a really good dinner.
The Indianapolis Colts played and won.
We brought out the booze.
We had sex again in celebration of a Colts/Bears Superbowl.
After the emotional high we were running on and the booze we started FREELY talking to each other.
Matt said he liked my parents and that my mom reminded him of me.
He discussed how our kitchen one day would look because my mom just remodeled hers.
He told me how today he's going to run around in the evening fixing my car, because he had no idea what a getto care I was in, and he's surprised I haven't been in an accident yet.
He talked about when I come up and see his family next.
He watched me brush my teeth (it was kind of a big deal).

And I happily went along with all of it.
Except the kitchen part, because I told him there was no way I was putting shamrocks all over my kitchen, I didn't care how Irish he was.
I think I'm getting over my insecurities of being close to him.

Sometimes words don't matter.

I have now spent Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, Saturday, Sunday, Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, and Thursday at Matt's apartment.
Most of those nights, were not planned, believe it or not.
I'm getting tired of him, I can't imagine how he feels.

Last night in a conversation, he said something along the lines of:
"Well, I do think I should get one night to myself..."
I laughed and said, "I was about to say the same for me."

There was a pause when we both had to watch the Colbert Report with Bill O'Reilly.

Then, I found the words issuing from my mouth before I could stop them...
"Am I suffocating you?"

With a twinkle in his eye he said, "Of course, you have been for the last three months."
In a quick recovery, I said, "I thought so, I'll stop pressing my boobs to your face so hard, you should have told me you couldn't breathe."
After a hearty laugh from him, he said seriously, "No, you are not, I just want the one night to sit and be completely silent, between work and my friends and you, sometimes I just want to shut the hell up. It has nothing to do with you though."
I smiled, and told him I wasn't worried and that even if I hadn't completely admitted it to myself, I wanted the very same thing.
After that we went to bed, and before I left in the morning he rolled over in bed and asked what I was doing in the evening.
"Going to see Poncho Sanchez... you?" I said as I was putting on my shoes.
"What? You have tickets? Who are you going with?" He sat up saying.
"Yes, and no one... You know I work for the company that brings in all the shows to Purdue, and you know I get two free tickets to every show. Why is this surprising?" I said.
"I want to go." he says.
(I stopped everything I was doing, to turn and look at him)
"Please go out with your friends this evening. You are already doing a lot for me this weekend by coming down and meeting my parents, and you've already spent one week with me, I'm really afraid you are going to get tired of me."

He wasn't smiling, his mouth never changed, yet I could tell he had found what I said amusing.
"QSW, I will go out with my friends tonight, after the performance. And I'm not going to meet your parents for you, I'm going because I want to go. And are you tired of me? Because you bring it up more than I do."

I smiled and said, "I'm going to be late for class."
Kissed him, and walked out the door.

Cleaning out everything

When I met Matt and started dating him a year and a month ago, he used his bedroom as a storage closet, and slept in his living room.
Now a year and a month later, he still does.
The difference is, he's also asked me to bring over clothes for the nights I stay over which are (5 out of the 7 nights a week).

Where would I put them?

So, in a bold move on my part, I asked if I could organize his room so that I'd have space, and he wouldn't have to look for socks for 20 minutes every morning.
He agreed and didn't seem bothered in the slightest that I asked.
So one night when he was at work, I came over, cleaned the room up, and when he got home his only comment was that he felt guilty he hadn't done it sooner.

Now, what's left is me bringing over clothes.
And I find myself not doing it.
On top of that he's coming home with me this weekend to meet my parents.
And I find myself nervous as hell on a Thursday about it.
He's not coming down with me until Saturday.

Why is it, that I have no fears of helping him clean his apartment, bringing over a toothbrush and cleaning and organizing his bedroom, but when it comes to my end of the commitment, I get nervous.

I wonder if he's completely nervous too, but just doesn't show it.

You bloody wanker.

Questions:
Do you get honest when you are drunk?
Do you exaggerate when you are drunk?
DO you do both?

Answers:
Yes.
Yes.
Yes.


I had a serious conversation while drunk.
I say serious, because the things that were said have a TREMENDIOUS impact on me.

I didn't say them either.
They were said to me, by Matt, while he was drunk, but definitely NOT as drunk as me.
They are words that I would never fight over with him. He wasn't an ass, if you think that.
But since he has said them, he has acted differently (good different) towards me.
And I'm scared to trust it.

So my question to you.
When you get drunk, do you do as I do?

Me:

Two - three drinks = pure honesty

three - five drinks = honesty with exaggeration

five to 7 drinks = pure exaggeration + passing out

At the 7th drink, my night is over, and if I push it to 8 I will push my head into a toliet.

So based on that (obviously some can handle more than me)
Do you agree or disagree?

My Mother

I love my mom.
She's my best friend as well as someone who gives excellent advice.

She had basically given up all hope that she would ever meet Matt.
While I haven't officially been dating him a year, he's been in my life at least that long.
And she has not once, made eye contact with him.

Next weekend she is throwing a party.
A costume party.
She thought it would be fun to invite my gay boyfriend and roommate, and as a last thought, decided to say my boyfriend too.
I told the three of them they were invited. All of them said they were interested.
My mom sent out the invitations and that was that.

I had given up on Matt too.
Even though I just met his mom, and he was opening up more, I still had no hope that he'd actually come through and come to my house.
I was utterly floored when I arrived at this apartment last night and he was going over costume ideas of what he and I could wear to the party.
The theme was famous couples and he was spouting off ideas right and left.
Joanie and Chachi?
Bennifer?
The couple from I Dream of Genie??

Part of me wanted to ask "Why?" or "What?" and the other half told me to shut the hell up and smile.

I went with the latter.

Relationships are give and take.
While I agree with those who say "Matt won't change," I also have to realize that when we broke up, I didn't have a problem with him as much as I did with the lack of commitment.
What Matt did was wrong. I was right to get mad. When I realized this, I approached him (not angrily just to talk to him) and mentioned how I felt. He agreed with me and apologized to me. He told me he was drunk and he became an asshole because his first concern was getting his professors to like him and want him around. The more he drank, the more he pretended his phone wasn't ringing.
I accepted this and forgave him for two reasons.
One, he did admit and apologize for his actions.
Two, If you read below, two nights before this night I behaved badly because of hormones and alcohol. I wanted him to forgive me for what I did, and he did, I would be a very big hypocrite if I ignored my equivalent behavior and pretended his was worse. Also, he didn't even mention the fact that I had behaved badly two days prior to this, and accepted everything he did without saying "Well, you did this!" to me.
Last night on my birthday night, he was amazing.
This is my second birthday with him, the first one we had only been dating a month and a half before it and he didn't really do much for the date.
This one he went out of his way to do exactly what I wanted. I didn't even ask him to do all that he did last night. After the bars got old, he invited me and all my friends back to his place saying "Well, I don't want you to have them to your house because then you'll have to clean up after them, and that's not fair to you."

We did have one argument last night.
He brought up GH, and how quickly I had moved on from him.
He was drunk and I was drunk.
I just left the room, stating that I had defended myself enough on this subject.
He followed me and apologized and then told me he was just concerned that I wasn't in this relationship as much as he was.
I started laughing.
I told him that I didn't leave the relationship because of GH, I left it because "I was concerned that he wasn't in this relationship as much as I was."
He and I laid down, and I curled to him with my face in his neck, and while he stroked my hair he told me that he was leaving Indiana in a year but he planned on taking me with him. He told me that he wouldn't find anyone as perfect as me and he was sorry he was a dick sometimes to me. I apologized for being a bitch to him sometimes, and we both fell asleep in a drunken haze of happiness.

Where do I begin...

Last night, I let GH take me out for my birthday.
He and I are still friends, and since he's best friends with my brother and dating one of my friends now, I kind of felt like I wasn't doing anything wrong.
I wasn't.
He talked about the girl he was dating the whole time.

I came home. Called Matt.
He asked what I was doing for the evening and I said nothing.
He asked if I wanted to hang out with him later.
I said yes.

He told me he was going out with some of his co-workers and that as soon as they left he'd call me and tell me to come out, but if he hadn't called me by 9:30, to call him.
I said ok.
He told me that I didn't want to hang out with the co-workers because they were socially inept and the only reason he was going was because it was one of their birthdays.
I said ok.
At 10:30 I called him.
No answer.
I called him at 11.
No answer.
Finally I called ID and RHM and asked if they wanted to go out.
Both agreed.
We got to the bar, and it happened to be the same one that Matt was at.
He came over to say hi and he was wasted.
I told him I had tried to call him.
He looked at his phone and said, "Oh so sorry."
It was a lie.
He knew.

I should tell the audience, that while he went out for someone's birthday, this weekend is my birthday. Tomorrow night is the only night we can celebrate it because my actual birthday day is on Monday and I have an 8 hour meeting to attend during the entire day.
Which means Sunday (bars close at midnight on sunday in indiana) I can't go out because I have to get up at 7 am the following day.
Which means Saturday is the only night I can go out and relax and not have to worry about the time.

He started telling me about how his professors started buying him shots and how he kept taking them because he hopes he can get recommendations from them. Understandable.
He asked me to take him home.
I told him I would.

On the way home he kept telling me that I must hate him because he's wasted.
Finally getting upset even though I was trying to control it, I told him it wasn't his wastedness that made me upset.
It was two facts:
One, he had ignored my calls (something I asked him recently never to do to me) and instead of sending me a text message or going to the bathroom to call me and tell me that coming out wouldn't work out, he had chosen just to take the cowards way out.

And Two, because he was wasted now, he wouldn't want to go out for the rest of the weekend, like past times he's been wasted.

Being wasted wasn't the thing making me angry. I told him I'm glad he had a good time, but he was going to let me go because I was going back to the bars to have fun with my friends.
He said ok.

I had left my phone at home because it was just making me mad having it with me and not receiving calls from him. So this was it, i had said what I wanted too, and now I was leaving.

Was I being too much of a girl?

"My boss was telling me where to go when I have to go for my post PhD."

It was the fourth or fifth time he had brought up getting out of Indiana.
I couldn't blame him, I wanted out too.
But he was leaving in December, and I was leaving in May.

After he was done talking, I was quiet. The first four or five times I had asked questions and was interested, but last night, I was just depressed by it.

"What's wrong?" he asked.

I told him that the conversation was depressing me. The only reason being that he would move away to MIT, or Harvard, or wherever and I'd be alone again. I apologized telling him that I was being selfish, and I was truely happy for him.

"Why would we break up?" he asked.

I gave him a look. He knew about "EX" and how we had broken up within a month after he moved to Seattle. But my heart wasn't in the look, and I just weakly said, "Long distance doesn't work."

He smiled.
"California and Boston sound like horrible places to live?" I laughed, he had succeeded in making me feel better, at least the idea of me coming with wasn't completely disgusting to him.
"No, they don't sound bad, you know I love Boston. But that's way too far away to think about me moving with you." I said.
"It's way too far away to think about, but you can get depressed by it?" he retorted.

"Touché"

High amounts of estrogen + alcohol = trouble.

Guys, you won't understand this unless you've had a girlfriend do this too you.

You are sitting, watching a movie, it can be the most unrealistic, sappy, love-making, bad dialogue scene in the entire movie, and you know what you'll do?

You'll cry.

Not because it's sad to you, but suddenly your birth control ridden body shoots high amounts of estrogen into your brain and the brains only reaction to this is to weep uncontrollably.

Scary huh?

Now, take that B.C.-ridden brain and add alcohol, and what do you get?
UNCONTROLLABLE EMOTION GIRL!!

Yes, she only thinks she can dodge bullets, and stop trains. It’s called “woman’s logic.”

So after that intro, you can only guess what I’m going to say next.

I, uncontrollable emotion girl, sent an e-mail to unsuspecting Matt.
It was full of bad logic, drunken slurs, and general female insecurities.
Matt was nice when he wrote back, making early morning-not drunk-low estrogen QSW feel even worse.

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Last night I apologized profusely to Matt for my moment of insecurity and non-understanding behavior. He was understanding, and after I told him I sometimes get like this with high amounts estrogen + alcohol, he was even more understanding.

His logic:

Pros: No babies and big breasts on girlfriend
Cons: Moments where he’ll have to roll his eyes and be understanding.

He chose the pros.

So after my apology he added that he really needs to explain his work more because I definitely didn’t understand what kind of work he had. He apologized for that. And some door of communication that hadn’t been there before flooded open and suddenly we rushed through months of stuff that should have already been said/done.

List:
Matt offered me a drawer to put my clothes in when I came over.
Matt wants to make dinner for me, MM, and MW on Saturday for my birthday (I normally ask that my birthday is not celebrated, but this was just too nice to pass up)
Matt said he’d like to meet my parents on the 20^th.

I told Matt that I should give him more space to do work and whatnot, and would only come over unexpectedly if I knew for sure it was ok (aka, a phone call or text way beforehand).
I told Matt that I was one of the few girls who would accept the line “QSW, you are acting like there is a lot of estrogen running through your blood” and after he said it I would calm down and behave.
I told Matt that I would help pay for some of his electric bill because I am over there so often.

That happened all within 20 minutes.

Better sex = Better public speaking?

Matt frequently has to present his research to different people.
Sometimes he stresses out about it, sometimes not.

About the fourth month into seeing him, he had to present to a committee his latest research, which he showed me:





I don't like playing the dumb female but after showing me this picture and not explaining it, I felt like the role had chosen me.

"Pretty honey?" was all the words I could muster.
I gave him a look that said, "What do you expect me to say if you don't explain what I'm looking at...?"
Laughing at my look, he said, "What? Ms. Smarty-pants doesn't know what she's looking at?"
I arched my eyebrow at him, and said, "You know me, I'm just the dumb red-head."
And on that note, I took off my shirt.

His eyes went from wide, to narrow, to the clock, and then back to me.
Two hours until his presentation.
"I'm asking you nicely to explain it to me." I said as I un-did my hair.
His mouth curved up in the right corner.
"Nicely huh? Well, then let me oblige you." (more clothes disappeared)"This is DNA before you, attached to Iron, I'm using this form of manipulation to try to make DNA magnetic." (more clothes disappeared) "Because, if doctors can find a way..." He trailed off because I had started working on his clothes.
30 minutes later, I got up to turn on his shower for him.
"You're the best.." he said.
I smiled, kissed him, put on my clothes, and told him good luck.
2 hours later he called me to tell me he thought it was one of the best presentations he's ever given.

Therefore, I think the article is true.

On a side note, it was later explained to me what the picture was, and he actually ran through his presentation for me so I'd know more about what he works on day in and day out. I didn't want you to think he left it at that, and I was still playing the part of dumb red-head 8 months later.

Just one click and you're done!

Those tiny little pills made a huge problem for me recently.

Well, not THOSE tiny pills... THOSE tiny pills are what I'm currently taking and the reasoning behind my post.

Let's back up.

Matt wants to be the first to create a safe, injectable, penis enlarger.

He's had 9 years of school, two bachelors, one masters, and is currently working on his PhD in Biomedical Engineering.

He wants to engineer a penis.

He always talks about how even women have to go through painful surgery to get breast enlargements. He thinks that if the penis angle doesn't work for him, then he'll switch to breasts.

Now, I went through some serious problems before I left for Christmas break. Matt was very concerned that my ovaries were trying to come out of my body Alien-style. Turns out my birth control was what was making me hurt. So my doctor switched me. I got the low version of whatever. She had told me to stop taking the other one before I had the appointment, so when I arrived there, and she told me the plan, she told me to immediately start taking the new one.

I did.

Two weeks later, I finally returned to Purdue, and threw out the rest of the other birth control.

She had cured me.

Matt arrived into town shortly after I did.

He asked if I would like to come over.

Feeling well, and not in pain, I put on the sluttiest top I could find.

You know the kind that sweeps really low and shows a lot of cleavage.

I pulled it on and walked to the mirror, I knew I was going to have to adjust to show more cleavage.

When I got to the mirror, I realized I was already showing enough. My size B cup looked as if it was straining from the weight of my boobs.

My boobs looked huge.

I did the drop test.

(Drop test - grabbing a boob in each hand, pulling them up, and then letting go)

My God, my boobs were bigger! Amazed at them, I continued to do the drop test at different angles.

Finally realizing I was running late, I left and went to Matt's apartment.

15 minutes later, I hear this remark, "Did you get breast implants?!"

...Nope, just the birth control.

Typical

Matt can be a "typical male" sometimes.
Since he is a male, and I (occasionally) can be the "typical female,"
I let it slide.

Last night neither one of us was typical.
I was at work until 5.
Matt calls me at 4:45 and wants to know if I'll come over for dinner.
I said I would, and he asked me to pick up milk on the way.

One: Typically, Matt wouldn't call me to ask me to dinner, even if he's making it, he'd make it on the chance that I might stop by.
Two: Asking me to pick up milk reminded me of my relationship with "EX" and how at some point I was basically living with him and doing grocery shopping and laundry with him.

I come over around 5ish with milk in hand. He kisses me hello.
Odd.
I sit down in the kitchen and I'm watching him cook.
Had it been with any other boyfriend, or any other kitchen, this wouldn't have seemed the least bit odd.
With him, it was all new.
All part of the "new Matt."
He told me he had to go to work after we ate.
After we ate, he made no move to go.
So I did, until he asked me why I was putting on my shoes.
Long story short, he said he'd rather spend time with me, than go into work.
Again. Odd.
I shrugged it off and when I got a phone call asking for me to come out, I said no.
He asked why.

I thought for a minute before answering, "...Because... honestly... I just want to spend time with you, because I've missed you for 2 weeks, and I've spent enough time with everyone else."
It was true enough, that statement has always been true when I'm hanging out out with him.
It had never been uttered before that night. Not that it was a bad statement, or easily offensive.
No, the reason it had never been said was because it showed vunerablility.
My vunerability.
Something I realized I hid just as well as he did.
And after saying what I did, I realized the only reason I felt comfortable enough to say "I missed you" was because he was comfortable enough to show me he missed me, even if he hadn't said it.
After saying what I did, I had turned my head to look at the TV, not that I was watching it, I just needed some place to stare while I thought about what had just happened.
His hand slide up the side of my face, and he turned my head to look at him.
He moved forward to me, and then licked the side of my face.
Laughing I said, "You ass."
Also laughing, he leaned over grabbed me because I was struggling to get away, and kissed me.

I'm glad some of the old Matt stayed put.

When you grow up

Livin' like a good boy oughta

And your mama

Takes a shine to her best son

It was christmas evening. Call from GH.
I sighed, I knew he'd call back repeatedly unless I picked up and wished him a Merry Christmas.
I answered, and 20 minutes into the conversation that was mostly one sided, I was growing bored.
I started to think of excuses to get off the phone.
Around that moment, something caught my ear, it was a joke of some sort, I asked him to repeat it.
"Melinda and I have been talking as much as you and I do over break, " he said again.
(Melinda is my brother's ex-girlfriend who is very much a dependent person, and because my brother is alive and well, she's depressed by it. My brother has gone out on dates but had to keep it completely hidden because he was worried she might find out and go into deep depression.)
"Really?" I said, "You two should really date."

Something different

All the girls they seem to like you

Cause you're handsome

Like to talk and a whole lot of fun

Silence. Then. "You'd be ok with that?"
I sat straight up.
Quickly I realized that I had to play this just right or it would blow up in my face.
I had to sound OK and Sad at the same time.
If I was too eager he'd get sad and depressed that I wanted to get rid of him.
If I was too sad he'd think that he still had a shot with me and not go for Melinda.
I started my speech:
"GH, you know I've always cared about you, but this is at a time in my life that I can't be there for you the way you need me to be there. It's why we broke up. That being said, I still want to see you happy and taken care of. I think Melinda can keep you happy and she'll be there for you. That's why I said that. I would honestly like to see you happy."

A momentary pause. Then.
GH started:
"Well, I've just been thinking that with everything going on with you, you might not care if Melinda and I casually dated. I mean, nothing serious, just someone to pass the time with."

I suddenly realized whatever I had said was working, and he was seriously considering it.

Gonna take your mama out all night

Yeah we'll show her what it's all about

We'll get her jacked up on some cheap champagne

We'll let the good times all roll out

"I think you should ask her out." I said at the end of the phone call.
He got off the phone.
An hour later he called back telling me that she had said yes to the date.
I quickly got off the phone with him, ran downstairs, and found my brother in the kitchen.
Sliding on the flooring and almost running into him, I said, "GUESS WHAT?!?!"
He replied with "Jesus came back and started talking to you?"
I gave him an annoyed look and said, "GH AND MELINDA ARE GOING ON A DATE."
His eyes got wide and then for the next 5 minutes we jumped up and down screaming "YAYAYAYHHHH!!!!" until my mother came in and asked what two 20-somethings were doing acting like 4 year olds.

Do it

Take your mama out all night

So she'll have no doubt

That we're doing ALL the best we can

We're gonna do it

Take your mama out all night

You can stay up late 'cause baby you're a full grown man

"Take your mama" - Scissor Sisters

So I bet you've been wondering what has happened to me.
I will have several long posts as soon as I can get full internet access again.
(right now i'm at a friends)