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Thursday, 24 January 2019

Pleasant surprises

Tonight I was invited, quite unexpectedly, to dinner.  The invite came in at about 1900, so it is a good thing that I am hella disorganised or I would have eaten already.  I only still in the early stages of making dinner (meaning I have veges cut for tomorrow (well, technically today, as I am writing this at half one in the morning).

So I walked over t the semi-imaginary-one's flat and chatted to the flatmates for a bit.  Then we abandoned the flatmates and went to pizza hut for a couple of pizzas (I got myself a Double Hawaiian, which I live because I am a pineapple-on-pizza loving monster).

We chatted over pizza, once again discussing the fact that we need to have the DtR/comparing expectations conversation (as a way of further delaying having it (I am so very anxious that it will reveal things I didn't want to know)).  We then curled up on a couch together and watched the trainwreck that is 2017's The Great Wall on Netflix.  Followed by my watching about an hour of him playing World of Warcraft.  I weirdly enjoy just watching his face as he focuses on stuff.  I have got it bad.  It is rather embarrassing how bad I have got it.

Then we decided it was time I head home as it was almost midnight and really too late to get up to anything.  So we went for the goodnight snog.  The fact we didn't have time to get up to anything (and it has been rather too long a time since we have, I think if we were married we'd meet WHO standards for a sexless marriage) meant that instead we made out like awkward teenagers for somewhat over an hour.

That hour could possibly have been better spent.....  Though it was a very pleasant end to the night.  It is a face I very much like having my face squished up into.

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