The Dude came over tonight and it was great (and g-rated, for I am keeping my wits about me).
Seriously, it was phenomenal.
I enjoy not accommodating him. (Though he makes me so happy! And I love being with him!) And yes, I made him bring his own containers over to take food home (I really wanted to send him home with this food – homemade mac and cheese with andouille saussage – because I gained five pounds just cooking that), and obviously sex is off limits, for we need our wits about us. So we are doing g-rated hanging out, which will either end in tears or in marriage (or both! I will totally cry if I have to get married!)
(You might wonder how cooking for him is not accommodating him – cooking is something I love and I exploit the people who will eat my food, and this is why I like that he came over.)
The Dude is … tragically.. a D00d.. That said? He appears to think I am a delight who might inspire him beyond his d00dness. How I feel is that either he’s in or he’s out – but at least at the end of this (at the worst) we shall be properly broken up. (We conducted the shittiest – dumbest – breakup ever. Given our continual being in contact and inability to let go. I want a do-over.)