He was in an odd mood when I got to the bar to meet him, I thought it might have been because I was a bit late. He didn't say anything much about it.
He seemed silent, distracted and his only eye contact seemed judgmental.
I decided maybe I should never wear that dress again. Well, maybe it was the color. Maybe I should never wear this color again either.
The conversation was so slow going so I thought maybe we should go off somewhere more intimate so we could talk more privately. He didn't really seem to agree, but we went off to this quiet, little restaurant and he's STILL acting a bit funny and I'm trying to cheer him up, be witty and tell cute stories, but I start to wonder whether it's me or something else. He doesn't smile much, so I ask him, but he says no.
But you know I'm not really sure. I wonder and then I think about the 5 pounds I gained this past month. I bet he thinks I'm a fat hog now.
Anyway, in the cab back to his house, I say that I love him and he just puts his arm around me, but doesn't squeeze. I don't know what the hell this all means or what I should think because you know he doesn't say it back or do anything.
We finally get back to his place and I'm wondering if he's going to dump me. So I try to ask him about it but he just switches on the TV.
Reluctantly, I say I'm going to go to sleep. Then, after about 10 minutes or so, he joins me and we have sex. But, he still seems really, really distracted so afterwards I just wanted to leave. I roll over and sniffle a little real quietly. He snores.
I dunno, I just don't know, what he thinks anymore. I mean, do you think he's met someone else?
Shitty day at work. Really tired. Got laid, though.
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