Soldier sent me a message on the facebook last night. It was quite innocent--he wanted to order a Christmas gift for his mom and thought I might have a better idea of what size he should get. It was surprisingly difficult to find a size chart, so we chatted while I looked. (On that subject...what the heck? Why do some places make it so difficult for you to give them your money?! Jerks.)
Eventually we both gave up and picked the best option, but we kept chatting. I let him know that I had gotten a book for his new nephew and would like him to pass it along, and take credit for it. He said he objected to that idea on the moral grounds that he didn't want to lie and say the book was from him when it was from me.
En garde.
At this point it kind of turned into a verbal fencing match. Not that I've ever seen a really fencing match. Do they even call them matches? Also, it wasn't verbal, it was written. Typed. Man, this is a really terrible analogy. I actually only want to be able to use some fencing terms, so just go with it. On a semi-unrelated note, I think I'd like to learn how to fence. How much fun would that be?! And I did indeed look up fencing terms for this sole purpose. There are a lot of them! Forgive me if I use them incorrectly. I'm just trying to be a cool kid. I think I'm doing it wrong.
So my first attaque was telling him that I had no tie anymore to the nephew or parents, that I didn't want to be the weird ex that won't go away. His dérobement was that I was a nice person and they'd appreciate it. He went on to say I could come to the family Christmas party and give it to them myself and, for the contre-attaque he told me that Tee could come to. Shit, there are way too many fencing terms and stuff I don't understand.
Soldier then pulled a changement de rythme and started asking about Tee, and our relationship, while giving an excuse about making small talk. I told him Tee is still wonderful. He attempted a remise by asking if Tee wants kids. This should have resulted in a carton rouge for him. My esquive was simply to say that I didn't know, hoping he'd drop it. He continued his attaque, saying that I should find out, because I want kids. Then he wanted to know why I haven't asked. I finally made my contre-attaque by saying the last time I focused too much on the future it went quite badly.
It kind of fell apart after that. He once again apologized for the way things went, and I reminded him that we both made mistakes. He denied that, and said I was perfect; a vast change from what he'd said before. Somewhere in this he also admitted that he was enjoying some wine. Knowing he was drunk and lonely, I tried to keep the conversation civil and platonic.
He paid me some more compliments, peppered with admissions that he was drunk and probably should go to bed. Eventually I took the initiative and cut the conversation.
So what's this new attitude? Maybe he's just looking for a fuck buddy. (Sorry, Mom, I know you're probably cringing right now. But to be fair I did tell you that you probably shouldn't read the bloggy-blog). But what if it's more than that, and the guy I haven't been able to get out of my heart has finally seen the error of his ways?
Don't worry, I'm not about to break things off with Tee to find out. Thankfully I'm not that stupid. But it is cruel the way the world works. I do feel for him though, and I'm having a tough time with it. Besides, I know that this is a shitty time to be alone. It is interesting though...no matter what they say, they always come back.
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